I've just had a conversation with my mum. She's discovered the internet and, after a fair bit of prompting it has to be said, she has found this blog.
Apart from complaining that my picture isn't as big as it should be (it's plenty big enough, thanks), our conversation centred around the 'about me' section and, in particular, my choice of music.
'I've never heard of any of those bands,' she said in one of those reproving voices that only mums can muster.
However, on this occasion, I took it as a big compliment. With my 32nd birthday on the not-to-distant horizon and the grey hairs colonising my hair (though goodness knows how long that will last), I was beginning to feel a bit over the hill.
I've spent years watching football and cricket matches, complaining that so-and-so should call it a day and retire with dignity now he's past 30; now I'm in the same boat.
So my conversation with mum made me feel better. If she still doesn't recognise any of the artists I'm listening to, maybe there's still hope. Now where did I put that Roxette CD?
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