holy crap mike....you're old enough to be my dad....
yeah... i'm on the verge of eternity... on my last legs... sipping porridge with a dirty spoon... hair growing outta my ears old...
sitting on a park bench... da da daaaa... watching pretty ladies in their satin pence... da da da da daaa daaaaaaaaa... old...
will you all remember me when i'm dead... at least curse me over a round at the local bar (pub for you blokes)...
--Mike