As delivered to BBC Radio Bristol this morning:
How
old do you have to be to be old? Hmm.
There's
been a guy in the Shopping Centre in Nailsea these last few days
standing in front of an unusual sign. It says, 'Where will your socks
go when you die?'
It's
a good tease. Investigation reveals a man trying to persuade
passers-by to make a will with a charitable donation.
He
has a tricky job. Once you know what he is about it is hard to avoid
the feeling that if he approaches you he reckons you're about to
croak. He let me go past, but I had studiously avoided eye
contact.
The
losing team on The Apprentice last week produced a dating site for
the over 50s. It fell into the trap of treating us as if all we
wanted was friendship and flowers. There was a market for a
relationship site for that age group but frankly it needed to be
funkier.
Barry
Crier says there are three age groups - youth, middle-age and 'You
look well'.
A
young man called Elihu speaks in the Bible. 'It is not only the old
who are wise' he says. Couldn't agree more. But we have learned some
stuff as the days passed.
A
proverb tells us that grey hair is a crown of splendour, a sign of a
righteous life. I have a few greys but most remain resolutely
whatever colour this is. Draw your own conclusions but please. Don't
treat me as a silver surfer.
Anyway,
what I really want to know is not where my socks go when I die. Where
do my socks go now, while I'm alive. Any thoughts?
3 comments:
Into the laundry basket?
disappearing socks is the only bit of quantum theory I can understand :(
Love the punchline!
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