Three score and ??? by Trevor Plumbly

I’m staring down the barrel of 78; old age has arrived and I’ve been collecting wisdom to compensate. There’s lots of theories around; for example, someone said (I don’t know who), “The thing about old age is that you can see the good in people more easily.” My research suggests that that’s a load of bollocks! That sort of sanctimonious crap belongs in Christmas cracker mottoes, or to old fogies wanting to clock up a few brownie points before the bloke with the scythe visits. It’s a bloody mysterious caper this age… Read More

It’s Never Too Late! By Trevor Plumbly

Some pop concerts are getting about as exciting as a sing-along round the piano at a rest home. Problem is, that most people my age saw these guys when they could really strut their stuff, along with us, of course. The vision of me and the Missus clutching Zimmer frames and belting out ‘I Can’t Get No Satisfaction’ is not one to dwell on, which begs the question, why do they bother? They can’t possibly need the money and without any intentional cruelty, most of them are long past the ability of… Read More

They’re playing our song. By Trevor Plumbly

As dirge-like and uninspiring as it was, I still remember being obliged to stand for the national anthem which at that time played in British cinemas and theatres at the conclusion of every performance. Generally, those renditions were more dutiful than enthusiastic and kids found it far more uplifting to sneak out the back door than to join in. It seems to me that the problem with national anthems is that some just don’t hit the mark. If we start with England (where else?), ‘God save the Queen’ hardly qualifies as the… Read More