Originally Posted by
InversneckieDob
Growing old is fu cking great.
Saw my best buddy (four days my senior) buried at 43, saw a mainstay of the Inverness Reds, with whom I'd stood alongside following the Dandies for the best part of quarter of a century, buried at 49, seen far too many taken far to young.
Growing old beats the alternative.
Mebbes I'm getting philosophical in my old age (and I cannot argue with Craig Finn's line in "Cheyanne sunrise" that "....some things they seem much harder, some other things stay soft") but I'm delighted to be galloping into that demographic.