Three score years and ten

 I'm not sure celebrating a bit of longevity due to what is effectively a mix of genetics and lifestyle is really something I want to do. Plus recently a few problems have reared their ugly heads to get  in the way of celebrating, even if I wanted to. But we won't dwell on that. Today is my birthday and the good news is that I have a selection of beer and a bag of crisps, well when I say crisps I really mean a big bag of cheesy puffs, my favourite. And essentially that’s enough for me. 

Famous people I share a birthday with include, Brian Cox (son of Dundee, and actor), Tom Robinson, Roonie Wood, Mike Joyce, Jonathan Pryce, Morgan Freeman and Robert Powell. Famous dead people who were born on this day (because of course dead people don't have birthdays) include Marilyn Monroe, Bob Monkhouse, Edward Woodward, Cleavon Little and Nelson Riddle.

As I've said before many times, in my head I'm still seventeen. Obviously my body increasingly laughs at this and refuses to play ball but I do feel that refusing to grow old mentally helps a little.

I've always made my art for my own amazement, I have been in exhibitions a few times, but I haven't put a lot of effort into it, it has to be said. There are occasions though when I think I would like my Warholian fifteen minutes but for my art rather than me. I guess that I'm a very shy person has never helped. Anyway if someone reading this can influence in any way my art reaching a much wider audience I'd really like that please.

Anyway, as you were.

Living their best life

Last Thursday evening we had a very nice meal at the coast. The restaurant is right on the seafront. We had a table that was just inside but with a view looking out to the Mediterranean sea. It was a cloudy but warm evening and the sea was quite tranquil.

Also at the restaurant at the same time were two other couples, a smartly dressed older lady on her own and a group of about six ladies of a certain age. The group of ladies gave the impression that they were living their best life. They were all quite brightly dressed , talking and laughing and one was puffing on a huge cigar. They ordered three or four bottles of wine and then ordered food. They were clearly having a good time chatting and enjoying each other's company.

When I was a child, people of my grandparents' generation were old. They looked old, they thought old and they acted old. I'm pleased that many of the people of my generation refuse to be like that. Including me. Stay young people!