SaveFerris wrote:
last time I tried I realised I'm a 40 odd year old bloke weighing 16 stone jumping on to a bunch of kids who don't shave yet
I wish I
did realise it - I don't notice my body complaining when I'm lost in "dervish" mode on the dancefloor, but I sure as hell do for most of the following week! I always wonder what the young, mostly student, audiences make of me and my mates showing up. Not that they're ever unfriendly or anything, but we do rather stand out.
A few years ago, at the end seeing a great band that had me bouncing around, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and a beautiful female voice paid me some compliment or other (presumably for my enthusiasm rather than my choreography!) I turned to thank her, and saw; (a) she was early 20s at the oldest, and for a moment, incredibly pretty, and (b); her face slowly losing its prettiness and distorting with disappointment and horror as my wrinkly, grey-bearded visage sank into her visual awareness. It would have made a wonderful "Eeeew!" GIF for your collection!
(I do hope she didn't have mates there who witnessed this - making a move on a guy older than your Dad might be a rather hard in-joke to live down for your whole Uni' career! Poor lass.)
DeepHour wrote:
If you feel old, consider the fact that my last (and only) attendance at a live music concert was T Rex in 1972..
Strangely enough, I find that I enjoy them more as I'm getting older - accepting my autistic traits more, I guess; I was too up-tight about (not) fitting into peer groups when I was younger, and in hindsight, it quite often spoiled the experience.
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