It's a shock when you see someone you haven't seen for a while and it's happened to them. The last time you saw them they were still on this side of the life / death line. But now theyve crossed over. They're broken.
I shaved my head the other day. Like a two all over I guess. And we were at a friend's house on Saturday and he came up to me and started looking at my head and I was thinking, what's this about? And he said "I've never asked you this before Rich but how old are you?" (which I'm pretty sure isn't true) but I said "forty-three why?" and he said "You have a very good hairline" and it's probably true that's the bit I'm most confident of. I will probably end up more of a hairy wreck than otherwise.But this could be the story of our next decade, Rich. Or maybe we will be lucky and retain our gorgeous good looks, our lithe figures and our luxurious hair.