Blow that for a game of soldiers. This year I am rapidly approaching the grand old age of 53 and I have felt no urge whatsoever to wear floral print, thick stockings and beige cardigans. Oh, hang on, I do wear beige, but more along the lines of 'wannabe safari explorer' than zippered cardigan or sensible waterproof jacket.
So how do I act my age? I'm not sure. Take my week so far...
Monday night - The Full Moon Party.
- Drive an hour or more after work into the Suffolk countryside
- Get lost - find a pub and find local who knows exactly where I am supposed to be
- Meet with a childhood pal, a number of interesting artists, sculptors and a neurological psychologist (who used to live in Totteridge Lane, across the road from where I also lived in a past life)
- Make pizza using host-prepared dough and own toppings
- Cook pizza in dragon-shaped outdoor oven
- Have in-depth conversations on dementia (unsurprisingly), the speed of the universe, psychology and probably a few other things I can't remember
- Tickle one of two six year old blond twin boys who are fascinated by the open fire
- Lose half my pizza to a Staffordshire bull terrier
- Sleep for an hour and a half in the back of my car
- Drive back home between 2 and 3am and watch the most spectacular lightning storms all the way from Thetford to Cambridge
- Finish work and change into a white polo shirt and trainers
- Walk two hundred yards from office door to hidden bowling green (at work)
- Help set up for the match
- Get placed as number one in fourth team (playing first means your bowls are most likely to get thunked out the way during the rest of the end)
- Play average bowls (good for me) in winning rink team
- Sandwiches, drink and raffle with opposing team and team-mates in bar (also at work)
I don't care. I don't want to fit a stereotype, I want to enjoy life and carry on learning new things and meeting new people. But, I have to say, the 3am bed time is not something I want to do too often - especially not with work the next morning. Well, I won't - not until the next Full Moon Party, or gig, or ...