What I really mean is that I remember how old I am when I stop to work it out, but I actually have to stop to work it out. I only remember that I am well into middle-age when I refer to something which happened "a few years ago" and the reaction of my listeners reminds me that "a few years ago" was probably before they were born.
I had one of those moments last night.
I'd read a friend's facebook status, and a link she'd put up reminded me of various songs I used to listen to. We then chatted on Skype, and I showed her one of my favourite old albums.
Her face was an absolute picture... "Oh wow!" she exclaimed in total amazement, "that's a... wow! an actual music cassette!!"
*sigh*
I now feel like a museum piece...
I know the feeling! My children hoot with laughter when I refer to what I must learn to call an album as an LP! As for knowing my (or anyone else's) age, I've taken to remembering the year of birth and then engaging in a little maths!
ReplyDeleteCassettes, well yes, I have a few of those, also lots of LPs and even a few 78s from childhood (not to mention many more purchased in junk shops - there's nothing quite like listening to Enrico Caruso or Elisabeth Schumann on a hissy scratchy 78). So if you're old, what does that make me?
ReplyDeleteMuahahahahaha! :D
ReplyDeleteI've decided that you definitely know that you've hit middle age when Lent positively flies past! Sadly, that happened to me a few years ago now....
ReplyDeleteI had one of those moments today when I asked my husband why the Queen was not going back down the aisle with Mr Middleton. Somewhere I have lost an entire generation of the royal family...
ReplyDeleteI put it down to the trauma I suffered when Lesley Judd replaced Valerie Singleton on Blue Peter.
If that isn't bad enough, I'll hear a song I grew up listening to being played on the"oldies" station. :P
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