I always thought losing my inhibitions and doing embarassing things in public was something I would never do. 

The memory of that time in North Wales when my dad decided he needed to change into his shorts still sticks in my mind. We were in a public car park at the time full of fellow holidaymakers. He just dropped his trousers and pulled on his shorts. No thought of slipping back to the car or going somewhere a bit less busy. Just like that! I don't know why I was surprised. If you recall in the past I've discussed another traumatic incident too involved to describe here. Crucially though at one point it involved my father dressed only in his underpants helping to push a stranger's car in a muddy field. So he has history.

Anyway of course I would never let myself act so embarrassingly. Or so I thought until last week. Mrs Windbag pointed out I had some white nostril hairs on show. Not being able to see them myself I encouraged her to pull them out for me. Ok fair enough in the privacy of your own home. But we were actually standing in the queue for Subway in the White Rose centre at the time!

Of course the aforementioned white nostril hairs were distressing enough. To be fair though I've had those for a while and a fair amount of grey hair to boot (I tell myself I look distinguished).

The signs of my ageing are everywhere. I got the fright of my life in the gents at work when I caught a glimpse of my dad in the mirror. Only to realise upon further examination that it was me. The haunted eyes though were my father's - the sort of look he had after a 12 hour shift in the newsagents. 

Another sign is my lack of interest in new things. Stuff like smart phones; tablets; twitter accounts; ipods don't tempt me. Ok yes I have got an internet page and an mp3 player but I'm happy to stagnate with what I've got. 

Even with music I think I've bought fewer new albums this year. Most of the stuff I've bought has being at gigs. A lot of the new stuff I've bought isn't exactly cutting edge either: Paul Weller, Jack White and Richard Hawley to name three.

I think I've just got to face the fact that soon enough I'm going to be another old duffer declaring all new music not as good as the old stuff. You know in the old days we had proper tunes and you could hear the words - the Sex Pistols and the Damned. That was proper music not like that noise that you youngsters listen to.

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While I'm on the line I'd just like to give a plug to my mate Simon's blog that you can find here. He's just starting out but so far there's a few recipes; some yarns from his work; his take on city life; and a couple of rather soppy poems. Give it a go.

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