Feeling old this morning...well physically anyway. Who knows this may be a result of all the gardening I do.
Mentally I don't feel too much different from when I was 22 but I am now very aware that I have become a fat dad.
This first dawned on me one morning on my way to work when I realised on walking past the local girls school that my eyes were drawn to the mothers rather than the children they were dropping off. When I say children I'd like to point out that I am talking about seniors here...16+. Not that that makes things much better but you know what I mean. What is the age difference between Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes anyway he mused...
What really brought it home to me was when my boss's daughter arrived in the office. The young lady (18) had been to the record store and was showing her mother her purchases. One of these was the excellent Thunder, Lightning, Strike album by the criminally underrated and largely ignored Go! Team. This is an album that I love. I happened to comment to this effect...only to be met with a withering look. In that moment I knew that I had ruined any enjoyment the young lady may have gained from this superb disc.
In a second it had gone from being a cool album she had discovered for herself to music associated with a fat dad.
To S. I am truly sorry for spoiling this for you.
No doubt you are now using the disc as a coaster as you are unable to bring yourself to listen to dad music.
Anyhoo...I suppose the point of this is that...
I'm old, not wise, just weary.
