I can relate to much of your latest post Alan. Although, fortunately, almost all of my friends from the 70s and earlier are still alive and well, when the Friends Reunited website first appeared and people were joining in droves, I was curious about the absence of some names from the past, so, where possible, I contacted their sisters/brothers only to be told that my old friends had all died some years previously, one at the age of 34. Sometimes, when I hear music from that era I drift off, back to East Ham Grammar, the Three Rabbits and Ruskin Arms pubs for a spot of underage drinking, memories of locking a young male teacher in a store cupboard! lol, getting hauled up in front of the Head for being drunk during the annual school Christmas carol service at the local church and not being able to stop giggling when we should have been terrified. All gone - where does all that life and energy go? Better stop, getting emotional....
And I don't believe you're in "appalling shape". Most women prefer cuddly blokes, they're much nicer to hug than skinny buggers!
Finally, you're sooooooo right about the post-war generation's attitude to ageing. At my age my mum would've been in her pinny and slippers, her youth well and truly behind her, my dad Mr Establishment watching my every move and frequently saying "Now you listen to me my girl....!!" I somehow can't see my mum in tight hipster jeans and a t-shirt bearing the logo "Weapons of Mass Distraction"
as I did last Friday night - naughty girl that I am!!
On which note I shall close, having rambled enough.
Love to all
Hell's bell's, it's not letting me post AGAIN without adding "G"!!