Sensory overload

Is it me* or is WordPress getting a bit personal, not to say voyeuristic, with this latest instalment of ‘365 Days of Writing Prompts’: “Feed your senses. Write down the first sight, sound, smell and sensation you experienced on waking up today. Pick the one you’re most drawn to and write. (For a bigger challenge,…

A First Time For Everything – Even Repeats

Consider the statement “I must be getting lazy in my old age”. A close reading suggests that there are at least two areas of ambiguity here: Firstly, ‘getting lazy’ implies that I’m not already. That flies in the face of both conventional wisdom and empirical evidence. Secondly, ‘in my old age’ suggests that old age…

When I’m…(blank)

It’s my birthday later this week. Given the title of this post, you may want to hazard a guess as to how old I’ll be…. Well done. Did you immediately think of the classic Beatles song from Sergeant Pepper? Me too. Sergeant Pepper came out in 1967 (fiftieth anniversary next year: how scary is that?),…

Never mind my generation, what about yours?

I got on a bus recently. Let me tell you, my life is one long party. I had a suitcase with me so, wanting to stay close to the luggage rack, I flopped down in the nearest seat, only noticing a couple of minutes later that it was one prioritised for the elderly and infirm. My…

No, I will not act my age

‘Granpa, do you miss being a kid?’ Not the sort of question you expect to come, à propos of nothing, from a seven year old tucking enthusiastically into his breakfast. Nonetheless, a fair enough one, and deserving of a measured response. ‘Well no, because in my head I still am a kid’ was my eventual reply. ‘But…

Invisible ageing

My passport went off for renewal last week. Naturally, the application process entailed getting some new identity photos. Or, as it’s also known, a reality check. Compared to ten years ago I’m rather paler (the Abu Dhabi tan has long faded) and the face fungus is still a comparatively recent addition. Otherwise, not too bad really: a little more…

“…before I get old”

“All grown up: When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?” Here’s a Freudian slip for you: when I first typed the writing prompt above, I wrote ‘last’ instead of ‘first’. Which maybe tells you that I don’t feel ‘grown up’ very often. Close advisers have told me that…