It's such an odd aspect of life when one reaches their 70s and suddenly realise that they are sort of coasting to the final innings.
One of the saddest aspects is that so many of your contemporaries kick the bucket. Your circle of pals diminishes.
Even worse is the fact one can
look fabulously young (me) and even
gorgeous (me) yet
the fucking insides of your body takes absolutely no notice that intellectually you are still 22 in your mind (I picked that random age as any younger and I'd be accused of being a
peedeophile)
Vale Scott Walker..
I didn't know you but I liked you.
# have I mentioned that when that fateful day comes I want to be chopped up and put on a mountain for the
Buzzards to feed on?. I just
lurve the idea of feeding the birds.