I'm usually poles apart from the Telegraph, but today they're reporting the life-affirming news that the happiest people in Britain were born in 1973. Presumably because it's when we joined the Common Market. According to this article, a recent "poll of 2,000 British adults, aged 18 and above, found that on average, 38 was the age at which people felt most content with their lives". It means that over the course of the rest of my life, I'll never be as happy as I am now. Which is quite a depressing thought.
Of course, the playwright Eugene O'Neill said "One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers". So with only nine months to go until I turn 39, I'm going to spend the evening lying on the sofa with some food.
Friday, October 28, 2011
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When you're 39 you'll probably have another headache, so make the most of this year.
Struggling to remember that far back, 38 was pretty good for me. Although now, frankly, I'm pretty damn depressed to realise that you were born in the year I got married, so that makes me very, very old.
1962; It was the year of the Cuban missile crisis and the world was on the brink full on Nuclear war. Apparantly American doctors also first used silicone breast implants.
So it was not all bad
I can picture the wedding now - the Sage in a kipper tie, and you in platform shoes and hot pants. Congratulations to you both.
You were 38 in 1962? That explains a lot.
You are not wrong. When I first went there in 62, people were only going to Eastbourne for their mid life crisis, you know, high powered mobility scooters with extra mirrors and late night Horlicks bars.
38 wasn't a good age for me...probably one of the worst!!
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