around the time i hit 40 i got a new job working among folk quite a lot older (so i was the youngest), and got the allotment - hanging out with older geezers is good - it shows you what you're in for, and that you're not there yet
i wish you came to visit up the allotment before Colin lost his marbles and was shipped back up to Lancaster, he was a great inspiration, always going on about how young and handsome i am, and regaling with his wartime ladyboy experiences in singapore and with a madagascan lady called the snake. he let drop one day that "I've always enjoyed dressing in ladies clothes my whole life gets me right hard like nothing else" another day he dyed his hair purple, if it was a mistake he wouldnt admit to it, and he'd fought off so many cancers that he was more or less just gristle left over
this is what we have to look forward to
Just thinking about that shared experience thing and friendships etc. Since we moved to Portugal we obviously kinda started again and we have a whole new friendship group (in fact several such groups) but lots of my friends are in their twenties. Someone said that it's automatically advantageous to hang around with people the same age cos you have the same reference points, and that could be whats happening here in reverse kinda thing. I have no common reference points with anyone whatever their age so it makes no difference if my friends are 20 or 60.
As I get older I am coming to terms with the fact that I will never get respected as an elder.
I'm sure I wasn't like this when I was young. You know, you'd meet like someone who'd been raving for 20 years or something and you want to hear their stories, what was it like grandad, back in 89? Tell us, tell us. You'd be genuinely interested and treat them with due deference.
None of that with the youth of today. Literally none of them are interested in my stories of going to fabric in 2003. I don't know what's up with them, but they're not right that lot.