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Late Life Crisis - January 2019

A correspondent to an etiquette advice column complained that whenever she attended the theatre with a man over 60 he would fall asleep, and she sought advice on what to do. The expert suggested packing a small bottle of smelling salts, pungent but apparently still legal, and wafting it under his nose at the critical moment. Those of us of a certain age should take note.

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Late Life Crisis - December 2018

In my local Waitrose between Christmas and New Year I found at least 100 unclaimed bottles of Prosecco. Now having participated in the occasional unlimited fizz brunch (I blame my children for this), it would be hypocritical of me to carp, but dentists must be rubbing their hands with even greater glee than usual at the thought of New Year appointments.

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Late Life Crisis - November 2018

With Black Friday came a message from Glyndebourne offering 30% off. What a bargain I thought - 30% off tickets. On closer inspection it turned out that it was 30% off at the Glyndebourne shop. Sanity restored - surely we would not want all the riff-raff turning up in genteel Sussex....

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Late Life Crisis - October 2018

Buying some items from Paperchase, I saw that their bag describes themselves as "Stationery Lovers Since 1968". In 1968 I was in Paris on a school trip, walking down the Boul' Mich' and pretending that I had been there earlier in the year during the student riots. I also fell in love with a Northern Irish girl from another school trip, but she never replied to my letters after we got home. I thought then that I was at the forefront of being cool, but today 1968 is a 50 year heritage point. Life moves on. 

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Late Life Crisis - September 2018

Right at the beginning of September, teenage kids eke out INSET days, hanging aroud street corners and clogging up daytime public transport, and the thought invariably crosses my mind: "When on earth are they going to go back to school?!"

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Standing waiting for a bus, I examined the two-wheeler parked nearby. It would be termed a moped, but it is not like any moped I remember. Essentially it is a motorbike, with wheels maybe a tad smaller, and some casing for style effect. 

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