I was helping out at Dad's club again on Saturday night. I don't intend making a habit of it, but the band, So Long Angel, is particularly good. Besides, Dad was a little under the weather, and needed the help.

The club next door was running an "Over-40's Nite" (sic). From my post at the door, it looked more like a "Comfortably Over-40's Nite". Paul, the landlord, rather uncharitably referred to it as "Grab a Granny".

Sigh. I'm just a few short years off 40 myself. Is this what life holds in store for me?