Several years ago I began noticing a strange trend in myself, I was getting older! How could this happen? Surely I was still 29 and rather slim, just like Bob Mould*.
The reason I mention this is that my good friend Mr. Jones sent me a wonderful old photo today of himself. Mr. Jones was clearly one of the cool kids – I didn’t meet him until the “late 9tees” – He has quite spectacular hair in the picture, as well as a very nice tie. I was a hopeless soul with grey jumpers (gray sweaters for you Americans) they were originally black but ran in the wash, and an over long fringe (bangs for you Americans). I still have the same pair of Doctor Martins Boots – well they look the same.
Age of course is relative, my relative age just happens to be quite old. Old relatives belong in nursing homes, which is where my relatively old relative age belongs, if that makes sense.
Anyway, I digress. As I was saying, I’m still 29 right? Old enough but young enough? Well my residual self image (to quote the poncy cod philosophy of the May Tricks) is still 29. The reflection in the mirror, the real self image, is 43- 50 if I drank too many Newcastle Brown Ales the night before - and looks alarmingly like my father!
The point of all this, well as always there is none - you really expect me to make sense? But thank you for the picture Mr. Jones, you definitely had much better hair than me.
*Bob Mould is also old and fat now by the way!
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