Me, Again

Who do I look like? Where to begin?

Well okay, I am creeping towards my mid sixties so don't expect a description of a chiselled and broad shouldered stud with a square chin, teeth like they were sculptured by Michelangelo, and eyes like pools of lustre.

I was trawling through some of the tosh on Facebook just yesterday, and my eyes fell upon one of those pages visited by really ancient people, the sort of people whose birth certificates are written in Latin, and being of an age were such discussions have an appeal I waded in with a comment. They were talking about stuff that only old people talk about; hip operations and how young policeman are, that sort of thing.

One dear old woman complained that she felt undervalued and useless, that set me off like a firework, albeit a damp one, and I quickly told her not to be so self deprecating, further I told her that I myself was sixty three and was still working full time and paying my taxes.

Seconds later my comment was replied with a sharp rebuke; Sir, you are not old yet!!!

I exited Facebook vowing never again to enter into other folks discussions.

Who do I look like? Well I think total honesty should prevail here so I want you to picture Kirk Douglas, now, put a slight stoop on him, make his face dimpled all over, and give him roughly another two hundred wrinkles. Now, give him plastic spectacles, a pocketful of medications, and a slight limp.

That's about me. And stop laughing!