In the run up to my birthday next Friday (bleugh) a few disjointed remarks.
We had visitors from Scotland last week - an old friend and her new boyfriend. We got to talking about age.. and he said in a wonderful Edinburgh brogue which I won't even attempt to spell phonetically, "I saw a t-shirt the other week. On it were the words I'm 18 with 36 years' life experience".
That's exactly how it feels, isn't it - there's in-your-head age and on-the-outside age.
I've just had a lesson with two ladies who are enjoying their retirement and this subject came up. We sit around a table for the lesson and I always end up facing a small mirror on the wall opposite. Invariably I look over at it at least 50 times during the hour and each time I think "who's that old bugger?" before realising it's me! (In-your-head age and on-the-outside age.)
The subject of age came up again at the gig I played on Saturday - I don't quite know how the conversation turned to wrinkles and cremes to fight wrinkles and injections to iron out wrinkles and so on...
I said, "as far as I am concerned the best way to get rid of your wrinkles is to take your glasses off when you look in the mirror".
Maybe I could get that on a t-shirt...?