Much as I love you, Kev, I recognise your retirement.
Your medium is the prolonged letter-page involvement.
Mine is the 21st Century.
Good luck with your protracted demise and all that.
No retirement for me, thanks - I've just mellowed.
My "protracted demise"...I like that.
See? Morbid.
Maybe it's because now I must wear glasses.
Oh, you know what.
Missus J and I have played in the local boy/girl pool league for centuries; I was King Slate around here for eons, and she's pretty good in her own right - we used to win top couple every year, but not in several years.
Last year was first year with the glasses, and we're back on top again.
Never underestimate the advantage of a good lens, I've always said.
You've always both been the model of middle-class success. In a good way. Reassuring longevity there. However...
What is the word for 'self-cannibalism'? I knows it, but I'm too wopped.
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