Now I can cope with approaching sixty, I can certainly cope with being entitled to free travel around London, and I can cope with being considered part of the older generation, but a SENIOR CITIZEN. That so speaks of Zimmer racing, damp underpants and the faint whiff of lavender I can't bear it.
So don't forget to try and come along and hear an old git talk about life after drink at Crawley on the 29th, just don't dare sit in my priority seat!