A big thumbs up for Sian Lloyd, the BBC weather girl, who frequently provides Britain’s mature males (and probably the less mature ones as well) with a ridge of high pressure, not to mention the occasional warm front. Ms Lloyd gets my personal accolade not just for being voted Rear of the Year at the age of 49 but also for her confident assertion that ‘Fifty is the new 30′.
In winning the top bottom award, Sian joins such posterial luminaries as Felicity Kendall, Lulu and Anneka Rice. After revealing she is a keen skier, swimmer and walker, she gave a dash of hope to the rest of us mere mortals by adding: ‘I eat like a pig and can’t stand the gym but I do look after myself – I’d be groomed even if I worked in a supermarket’. Which goes to prove yet again that this ageing lark really is just a case of mind over matter. So don’t let the bottom drop out of your world; give the bums down to ageist doom-mongers wherever they rear their miserable heads.
Hey you old farts, if fifty is the new thirty, then ya’ll shall die an early death. No matter how you convince yourselves that you are young and vibrant, you are old and will die soon.
What a narrow-minded, tunnel-visioned old git wilardkiller is! If his comments (and his photo) are anything to go by, he has already given up and accepted that senility and physical degeneration cannot be tackled in anyway. He obviously has a real problem with self-image, so he just takes pot shots at those who like to make the best of themselves. The Italians have a saying ‘The old will die; the young can die’, which highlights the fact that life and death are two sides of the same coin. The Grim Reaper can come and get you at any time, whether you are nine or 90. We have no way of knowing when our time is up but in my view we might as well make the best of the time we have before we shuffle off this mortal coil, as Shakespeare put it. For me, that means keeping yourself as fit and productive as possible. Looking after yourself has nothing to do with denying reality; it’s about not adopting a feeble-minded ‘what can I do about it?’ approach like wilardkiller and his pathetic ilk.
Four score and seven years ago, ctbg was a boring old cod,
who bought himself nice threads, hair plugs and a hot rod.
Yet he was still terribly boring
and kept everyone snoring
With his or her visions of happiness and prosperity
when in fact sitting on the arse, which is fat a horse
and wishing that they weren’t terrible gay.
All I can say in response to brat mouth’s distinctly underwhelming comments is: a) His name says it all; b) He has no future as a poet (or anything else by the sound of his immature rantings) and c) It’s good to know people are so riled by our anti-ageist stance! That just strengthens our belief that we urgently need to change attitudes to getting older. Keep the mindless comments coming, you ageist bores!