Watching Richard Osman's House of Games this week, Ardal O'Hanlon was one of the players. It turns out that neither my son or his girlfriend knew who O'Hanlon was. Worse than that, when I explained that he has Father Dougal, they looked at me like I was mad.
How can you be sure you arent?
Well, I guess one can never be 100% certain, but I'm pretty sure. After all, people believe in far stranger theological characters than Father Dougal without being considered mad.
When somebody who looks old says, "Oh, are you alright? Do you want to sit down for a minute?" after stumbling slightly on a pavement slab that is sticking up.
Catching the last train home and the ticket inspector letting you know it might be advisable to sit at the back of the train as it can get a bit noisy.
When you use a walking stick, wear hearing aids, have 3 different pairs of prescription glasses, have a disabled concessionary bus pass, a disabled railcard, and need to use blue pills, for that rare bit of action.
After all the years of hearing it at the Valley, turning to my son and saying, "I like this" ... "What?" "This number by Three Blokes from Charlton". "Dad, Into the Valley is by the Skids - not Three Blokes from F Block!"
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... things just seem to pass me by