daily life: when I'm sixty-four.

Getting older is just a fact of life, and no matter how much you spend you can't halt the ageing process. You can take a bath in Oil of Olay and drink 4 pints of Actimel every day, but you are still going to die and I have come to terms with that. 

But what I am not planning to do is die bald, so imagine my horror when I look in the mirror to find my hairline has receded by a good inch since my last Birthday and I've got more than a few white hairs, I've skipped straight past grey to white.

At this rate of decomposition, by next Wednesday its going to take Trevor Eve and Sue Johnson wearing 7 types of Haz-Mat suite to suck up the sludgy mess that is my remains with a Wet 'n' Dry.

Maybe its all the moaning I do, perhaps this blog is sending me to an early grave. But I'm still willing to cut short my promising life to keep it going. But if you haven't heard from me in a week you will have to find yourself a new Messiah and I recommend Stuart Ashen who has somehow survived a deluge of tat, or Charlie Brooker who's current show 'How TV Ruined Your Life' is keeping me entertained in my final hours.

You should also check out the rest of the Aspirations episode if you haven't already.