Getting On

You know you’re getting old: when you go to a Blood Red Shoes gig and are the oldest person there, i.e. 27.

You realise you’re still young: when you attend a Primal Scream gig and are the youngest there.

You realise you’re still old: when you look up at the balcony from the mosh-pit and think “ooh, it looks nice up there”.

You realise you’re still young: when you can still pogo with the best of ’em, in heels, lose your ‘phone and 20 fags and don’t give a shit.

You realise you’re getting old: when you remember with relief that you have hidden away your room key in the zip-up compartment in your handbag.

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