Young and Foolish

100 words about ageing
photo by Christian Birkholz 

You’re only as old as you feel you are, right? I still feel as if I’m twenty one. Definitely young at heart, me. I am down with the youth.

They love me, the youngsters. Laugh all you want. You should see it – they break out in cheers whenever I get to the pub. Actual cheers. Good feeling, that.

I mean, yes, there’s the odd bit of banter. That time I made the mistake and got the old leather trousers out. A mistake, that. Brought it on myself, though.

‘Hey, grandpa, the tab’s run out.’

That’s the one that hurts, mind.