Paul Brady’s 60. Christ on a bike. Hard Station (see avatar) seems like yesterday. I looked up some others. They’re all grandparents now. I’m going to buy a blazer and slacks. Probably Farrahs. Like me da used to wear. Fuck. I should have gone to America and grown old gracefully (gracelessly) when I had the chance in 19itdoesn’tmatteranymore.
Mid-life crisis anyone?
Those Lotus Elise open-top sports cars look great to me. I caught myself looking at E-Types on Autotrader. I think I’d rather have an Interceptor. Sandman?