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10. Moo corner

9. Women abusing their rights

8. This girl was one from Rupert and Sammy’s rape gang inquiry

… and I feel honoured that she trusts enough to reply. She’s just one reason to stay on X supporting those we do. I believe we must do these things daily, as long as we have the eyesight and strength.

Resoundingly no. Those close to me know of my own threat early September which might derail me entirely. A good time to put trust in Someone in three persons Upstairs.

7. For at least some of us

… this is a major worry. Deryl keeps herself in trim, walks her dogs every day, supergran she is … and she does not trust the medical profession at all. Ditto here. Her situation is close to mine.

6. There’s a danger

… in saying “there’s a danger in trying to be that which one is not” (ouch) because we all have skeletons and if not, why not? Did you grow up in a box?

I’m talking age here though. Silly old duffers who think they still have it … whoa eh, whoa … are not growing old disgracefully, they’re not Dylan Thomasing, raging into that good night … nope, they’re being blind, might I say embarrassing? Like ageing footballers or cricketers on tele … or catcallers of young women.

It’s silly and … yes … embarrassing. While I was in Sicily … and again in Tenerife … I saw two chaps “of an age” and tell you what … they were well turned out, had looked after themselves, seemed happily married for mine but had escaped for awhile … and I thought at the time … I’d like to end up a bit like them … they were clearly what they were, no more, no less … but nonetheless would have been good conversation, if I’d spoken those languages better. Clean and tidy.

One did come up to me after a dance with my Russian lass, that one where I’d put the long stem rose between the teeth and strutted up and down with her like Gomez with Carolyn Jones … and he’d loved the dance. Weeellllll, “A” enhanced any dance but it was still nice … and that Spanish retiree would be a catch for any gal over fifty, maybe even younger.

Which is a longwinded way of saying something I was thinking at 0931 this morn, it now being 0951:

“Am dropping the song Temptation as a song about myself (remember yesterday’s post)? Great 80s song but slightly too young man for me … would have been good at 40 years, even 50.  On the other hand, I don’t want doom and gloom.  But something with deep raunch, a groove, e.g. Do It Again, Steely Dan.  Maybe not exactly those ones.  Beach Boys, same song name, is good but they’re too pretty boy for me. I’m in no hurry.  Though my eventual epitaph stays in mind: “He just ran out of time.”

So I’m going through songs which also have instrumental backing versions and will use one of those. All right, confession time … the prob with the New Order song was that it required singing too fast for me to get the words out … yikes! How embarrassing. And as for all the ooh-ooh-oohing … ? Oh dear.

So, back to the drawing board and remember that adage … slower slower slower, not faster faster faster.