Just had a great evening out with a friend dear to me, getting absolutely ratarsed. Mutually agreed to give everything that could be a miss for now, due to various complicated reasons (basically owed to rotten timing, circumstance etc., etc.) untill we turn 72. Because calling it the ol’ 64 would be such a cliché, won’t it? Anyways, he will have to hang around till he’s about 80, if he wants to still meet me when I’m 72…
When I’m 64, The Beatles
