The best man at my first marriage, with the lovely Danila, was 65 a couple of days ago.
The date reminded me, as both Linford Christie and Joan Collins correctly said, that “Age is just a number.”
Miss Collins added “It’s totally irrelevant unless, of course, you happen to be a bottle of wine.”
I read that there are four stages of life:
- You believe in Santa Claus;
- You don’t believe in Santa Claus;
- You are Santa Claus;
- You look like Santa Claus.
Or as George Burns said in jest “First you forget names, then you forget faces.
Next you forget to pull your zipper up and finally, you forget to pull it down.”
I’m sure that’s the way it goes, eventually. But at 65? Not any more.