Tell-tale Signs...

[rhythmaning]

I have been thinking about a stream of comments to an earlier post – http://www.livejournal.com/users/rhythmaning/6532.html – which kind of struck a maudlin note. It made me feel – well, old.

So here are signs that you are getting older… or maybe growing up?

You take out a personal pension plan. (Nineteen years ago.)

A parent dies. Not much you can do about this one, it is really out of your hands; but it is a clear, defining moment. Suddenly you are not a child. (Eighteen years ago.)

You buy property and oh my god it is all yours and you wander from room to room, thinking, oh my god, it is all mine… And there is no landlord to come and fix the dripping taps. (Twelve years ago.)

You realise that the graduates you have been working with are half your age. At which point you stop counting. (Three days ago.)

Comments

Re: Well listen to the voice of Bubba...

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

Personally, I don't think I've changed much since I was seven.

One of me best mates pointed out that we are all friends in particular places - so hopefully the tastes we share will make up for the fact that I love Tom Waits and don't listen to much jazz! (Waits' "I Don't Want To Grow Up" from Bone Machine is peculiarly apt here...)

Re: Well listen to the voice of Bubba...

[rhythmaning.livejournal.com]

Incidentally, since reading your comment earlier, the riff from Goodbye Lucille #1 (Johnny Johnny) has been going round my head non-stop. Steve McQueen is a truly great album.

Re: Well listen to the voice of Bubba...

[f4f3.livejournal.com]

And I suppose I AM still in love with Hayley Mills. That was one of my favourite songs of the time. It remains anchored to a Summer job, afternoons skiving in the hospital gardens, and, of course, a highly unsuitable girl.