Yep, 50 years on the planet today. Big thanks to all my family who chipped in to help me get a screen and a sissy bar for my bike!
Now I’m the same age as Hitler was in 1939 but I’m in no position to invade Poland. I’m 8 years older than Elvis ever got largely thanks to a healthy diet and no prescription pills. I got 10 years further than Lennon but never wrote the songs, but neither did McCartney. I ain’t gonna be on TOTPops and I have to finally accept I’m never going to play in goal for West Ham.
So what does the future hold? Nothing I guess! A downhill slide towards a mortal illness? I can’t retire from music because I love it and it keeps me sane. Will I go out in a blaze of morphine on a hospital bed or screaming furiously as England lose a cup final? I suppose I could become a zombie in an old peoples home, Alzheiming at the wall.
Lots to look forward to then but in the meantime I’m going to live every day the best I can, like its my proverbial last, starting by going out for a meal tonight! God bless you all.