A guest post by Chas C…
The day has finally arrived!
My first thought is “Where the fuck did 64 years go?!?” Then I looked at the picture on the left and thought “Bloody hell! Do I look like that?” Well, thankfully not a lot which I put down to my dear wife’s tender care over the last years 32 years. Hang on – that’s half my life!
Time takes it’s toll on us all in one way or another. I often think that just waking up in the morning and getting out of bed without a back ache or pain in my knee would be a wonderful thing. The body inevitably wears out until to you get to the point where you think “Is there much more of this? Can I pop off now?”
But enough of this morbid nonsense!
It’s time to reflect on the last 64 years. Did I realise all the things I wanted to do when I was young? Did I hell! But do I regret it? No, not really. Things have worked out pretty well considering. OK the divorce from the my first missus was a bit shitty. Well, actually it was a lot shitty, come to think of it. Losing my job the first time was also a bit of a crunch moment but after the first time, the next four were a doddle. It’s like falling off a horse. You just have to get back on again.
Most people my age are easing themselves towards retirement. I was lucky in that I retired at 52 although it has to be said that the harder I worked, the luckier I got. I was fortunate to have worked myself into a position where I didn’t need the office politics and bullshit any longer. Enough was enough. I’d had enough and I’d got enough, so to hell with it!
When I was young, my ambition was to be the director of a major company at 40. I managed it – albeit a small subsidiary – at 38. At school I wanted to go to Uni and study computing. I failed my A levels and went out to work, ending up working in the IT industry. When I was a teenager, I wanted to be a professional musician in a group – but it was the 60s and everyone wanted to be a Beatle in those days. I’ve just finished recording another album of my own songs. Nobody buys them, but that’s not the point. The point is that it’s satisfying and that I’m able to do what I enjoy doing
Which brings me to my point : I’ve had a good life so far, seen the world, got a wonderful family, money in the bank and I’ve still got all my faculties. I intend to get a good few more years in yet before I shuffle off the old mortal coil.
So ‘When I’m 64’ isn’t so bad really – but I will do serious damage to anyone who plays me that song today!!!!