Life Sucks

You know when I was a boy you could buy a bike for a penny and still have change for rickets. No but seriously though, I can remember longing to be 16, 18 and 21 then after that dreading 25, 30 and 40. Now I am racing towards a new age bracket - Over 50's.

It seems that once you get to this magic age that you get your own adverts and your champions are no longer Johnny Rotten and Malcolm Mclaren but rather Gloria Hunniford, June Whitfield and Parkinson. I can look forward to not having to walk up stairs, having a bath that I can walk into and making sure that my family are well cared for when I peg it.

Once you are over 50 you get free gifts for taking out life insurance - cool.

You get to retire from your meaningful IT career and become a 'silver surfer' trainer. That touch of grey in your sideburns gains you respect with the over 60s.

I am not ready to go peacefully into the darkness of the over 50s club. But then you run the risk of being one of those sad oldies that you used to laugh at when you were a kid. 'Look at that old fart, 60 and still going to raves...' It was a disco in my day sonny...