God I'm getting old. The collection of tweak and aches brought on by everyday events is gathering momentum. When I bend down my knees click, when I stand my ankles wobble. The collarbone I broke the night before my inter cert began throb when its cold and stings when it's cold. I just ran for the bus only to feel my back spasm in my first stride. When I was younger I could play full length football matches without even stretching. These days when I play badminton the warm ups last longer than the game.
All my teenage heroes have grey in their goatee. So do I now that I think of it.
It's hard to say anything new and fresh about ageing that hasn't been said countless times before by bad tv comedians. I guess we're just lucky that we are alive now. The average life expectancy of men in the 16th century was 34. I imagine a jippy knee is preferable to the black lung.
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