|The Tate Modern: standing very proud.|
I’m worried about getting old. I’ve got a couple more days left where I can honestly say “Yea, I’m in my 30’s too.” I remember going to a surprise party years ago for a relative who was turning 40.
Him and he’s friends all seemed so old.
The music at the party was so ancient.
Last year when my friend went through the 40 barrier I have to admit I took the piss quite a lot. And although she’s not said anything about my approaching birthday I know she’s just biding her time to rip into me with the 40’s gags! But the thing that really worries me is I keep seeing an advert on TV, staring Pele, that goes something like:
“In your 40’; got problems maintaining your erection?”
Now I don’t mind starting to wear beige comfortable trousers, or even listening to cricket on the radio, but I refuse to get fortied-up in the bedroom! The ad implies that it will happen over night. I’ll just wake-up one morning; and it’ll be Mr Floppy! No never, I’ll fight that one till the end. But hey, worse comes to worse there’s always Viagra and the world’s greatest footballer I suppose.