Nothing like making you feel old than waking up early and going for a walk along the sea front and walking past kids still bopping in the clubs down there.
They do still call it bopping, don’t they?
Got tricked into clicking on a “before they were famous” photo gallery by the London Evening Standard where I was promised 36 counterposed photos of before and after shots of stars.
I am very pleased to report that I got to number 7 before I actually knew who one of them was either before, or indeed, after.
At which point, dear reader, I left.
Thoughts from the last few days:
You know you’re in a posh pub when someone’s graffiti’d “ennui” on the toilet door.
You know you’re watching a posh TV interview when they use the word “inveigle” at 8.24 in the morning.
According to Judge Judy there is someone out there called “Felisha Cherry.” As long as I know this, I can never be sad.
And last but not least:
Why did no one tell me I’ve been walking round with a tomato soup moustache?