The Old Days Again

My grandpa was sitting slumped and comfortable in his favourite chair telling me about the old days. It was always the same story with the same moral, "Jimmy back my the day we were very respectful to our elders, not like you lot." These were his exact words. Of course this would lead up to the magical solution, "All you new generation deserve a bloody flogging." Tell you now it was boring.
My grandpa, an old bloke in his nineties, still had life left in him. My dad's vivid retelling of the time when last year grandpa beat up this young bloke, knocked him out cold. Dad said that grandpa was like a tiger.
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