Way to go! By Trevor Plumbly

I know I bang on about it a bit, but this age thing is starting to get to me. Lots of old fogies tranquilise themselves with verbal crap like ‘You’re only as old as you feel’ in an attempt to ignore the inevitable. Apart from a few odd-bods, for most of us ‘dead is dead’ and I’m OK with that; what’s fascinating to me is how it gets handled these days as opposed to the ‘gently drawn sable curtain’ approach. Dying was a big deal in Victorian times: regardless of your achievements… Read More

Let’s Have a Bloody Good Cry by Trevor Plumbly

    One way ticket As one gets older, minor things tend to slip away a bit, this of course can be useful, I can sidestep all sorts of crap by just looking confused and elderly. But some things you just can’t escape. When you get past the biblical age standard for breathing, there are constant reminders that at some point the clock ain’t going to rewind. There are those of course who believe that there’s some sort of return ticket attached to conking it, which I suppose is a comforting thought… Read More

A Word of Goodbye! By Trevor Plumbly

When you get past three score and ten, you start to consider the shuffling off process a bit more seriously; it tends to focus your mind a bit when the funerals you go to are for friends rather than elderly relatives. Conversations with old friends (both senses) often include the previously unthinkable, that some of us will conk out in a relatively short period and all of us eventually. What’s interesting is the difference in attitudes: some refuse to even consider the prospect of death as if not discussing it will delay… Read More