I was strap-hanging (again) on a very crowded Piccadilly Line train yesterday, surrounded by people off the Eurostar and en route to Heathrow. In fact they were en route to everywhere, as both Victoria and Jubilee lines were closed. A girl of about 18 offered me her seat. This is it: I am doomed. I am not even 55 and already I am in the old people bracket.
It probably serves me right for laughing at my brother (a year younger) when he told me the cashier at the Streatham Odeon assumed he wanted a "Senior" ticket. I said I would have said yes please and saved some money, but after yesterday I'm not so sure. Mind you I have been putting a lot of weight on, so maybe I could console myself by thinking the girl thought I was pregnant. Either way I need to get my hair done and spend some time in the gym.
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