EVERY DOG MUST HAVE HIS DAY – AND WE DID
SPEAKING at the Hay Festival the lovely Jilly Cooper at 81 laments that men are not what they used to be. Many of them have beards, she claims, which is a gesture of masculinity somewhat undone by the fact that they are crying all the time. In victory, in defeat, you name it. Blub, blub, blub, she says.
And women so terrify us that we are all starting gay affairs and finally dare not flirt any more.
Two comments from this old codger. First, at our age it’s pretty much Memory Lane anyway; second, stop frequenting luvvies and their arty hangouts. Just pop down to the Jolly Cricketers and I’ll stand you a pint. If someone pats your backside he’ll be clean-shaven, dry-eyed and probably on a Zimmer frame.
To my recall we had our time, back in the day. It involved flying fighters, driving sports cars, diving coral reefs and snogging girls – and it was great.
But it’s over, Jilly.