The P Word!
I always seem to be in a hurry.
Don't think that idling just involves a bit of reclining about on the chaise longue all day.
It takes effort and imagination to be a successful idler.
So, yesterday when I was trying to run up the escalator in the Arndale I said (to myself) why can't these bloody pensioners get out of my way?
I really hate the P word.
I know I know - but I chose the URL a few days before I was one. It seemed amusing at the time.
Presumably a pensioner is someone who gets a pension. So YOUNG Dave is technically a pensioner even though he is a mere babe.
Michelle Hanson said it for me in the Guardian on Tuesday.
"What does being a pensioner mean anyway? Anyone from around 60 to 100 or more. That's people with up to 40 years between them, all lumped together and expected to look the same. No one would expect a five-year-old and a 45-year-old to wear the same frock."
So Michelle - may I suggest a new classification?
Aged 60 to 65: YIP (yippy) = Young Inexperienced Pensioner
(This includes me and Rog - though of course he's male so he doesn't actually get a pension yet.)
Aged 65 to 70: GUP (guppy) = Grown Up Pensioner.
Aged 70 to 75: SOP (soppy) = Slightly Older Pensioner
Aged 75 to 80: POP (poppy) = Practised Older Pensioner
Aged 80 to 90: VOP (voppy) = Very Old Pensioner
Aged 90 to 100: OAP
And those of you still under 50 will be a NAP (Nappy) = No Available Pension - ever.
And I do apologise to you - no really.
But you do still have your blooming youth.