THE AGE OF SENIORITY
A BRUSH WITH SENIORS CARDS AND SENIOR MOMENTS HAS HAD ME THINKING ABOUT THE WISDOM OF STICKING WITH WHAT I KNOW BEST
Well, the past week has been a pivotal one for me ... actually, the past couple. A few weeks ago, our friends down the road asked Old Mate would we like to join them for a play at The Events Centre, Caloundra. It was put to me like this: “What are you doing on Saturday, May 25. Would you like to go to a show?”. My hesitant reply was: “Well, the Falcons are playing Ipswich at Ipswich”. Old Mate replies: “I guess you will be going there, then. That’s OK”. I immediately sweated up and felt like there was possible entrapment in play (if I choose footy, I pay a much higher price at a later date). Therefore, with alarm bells ringing louder that Big Ben in the vacuum where my brain is supposed to be, I decide the show is where the smart money is. I noticed a hint of surprise when I agreed and then I was told to talk to the neighbours re: what we owe them for tickets etc. On contacting them, I was told two things: the show was called Senior Moments ;andifi have a Seniors Card, a discount applies when they buy the tickets. Here is the thing: Old Mate has a Seniors Card but not me. I haven’t been able to bring myself to apply for one as I didn’t feel that old. It’s a bit like my dad who refused to take up bowls back in the ’70s as he said it was a game for old people and he didn’t feel old. That is exactly how I felt about a Seniors Card. While I am 62 this year, I don’t really feel like a senior citizen. But with encouragement from the neighbours, I applied for one online and it arrived a couple of days before the show, so I got my discount.
The night of the show was slightly uplifting as I felt like a youngster among the largely senior members of the 600 or so who attended – to the point that if a melee would have broken out because someone hogged the Iced Vovos, I would have gone all right. Now the show itself was mediocre. The cast was outstanding but in my opinion, the script/show was a bit average. I did descend back to feeling old with my Seniors Card firmly in my back pocket when I realised two of the stars of the show were John Wood (Blue Heelers), which was bad enough as he looked younger than me, but even worse, Benita Collings. “Who?”, you may well ask. As I sat there watching the show, I thought to myself: “Gee, that woman is familiar”. I was puzzled until Old Mate pointed out she was the host of Play School from 1969-1999 and, bugger me, she looked younger than me as well. The whole experience has dragged me kicking and screaming into my senior years and the experience can best be described by a couple of things written in the free program handed out on the night: “The show was mesmerising”, which means I nearly fell asleep; and it’s a “senior moment” when you have to explain to someone what liquid paper was, what carbon paper was and pretty soon what a newspaper was. Go the Falcons.
“IF A MELEE WOULD HAVE BROKEN OUT BECAUSE SOMEONE HOGGED THE ICED VOVOS, I WOULD HAVE GONE ALL RIGHT.”