At full throttlebottom
Hello dolly,
I’m really ‘with it’, you know.
My beloved Agatha Christie has been ‘discovered’ by the Young Uns - and apparently, has gone down a BOMB. This is hot on the heels of Kate Bush’s Running Up That Hill (also a favourite), which you may have heard has a whole new legion of youthful fans thanks to Stranger Things. I’ve never felt so smug and so old at the same time.
Is this just life after 40?
Let’s dabble!
A clean, lean, ‘downstairs scene’
Speaking of Poirot (if you know, you know), bidets have seen a resurgence in popularity in the last couple of years - inspired (it seems) by the Great Toilet Paper Shortage of 2020. This writer asks if it’s time to re-embrace them (figuratively and literally), if only for the environment. But, I warn you, she also talks about her ‘capricious anus’.
Best we forget
What’s your first memory? I think mine is getting a chunky train set for Christmas, aged about two - and I bet you can’t remember much before that age, can you? Here are a few theories as to why that is. To be honest, given the choice, I’d plump for ‘infantile amnesia’ over memories of my 17-hour forceps birth any day.
Blood money…
In a story that sounds horrifyingly like the plot for the Dark Crystal, “young-blood evangelists” are pushing the anti-aging benefits of injecting blood from the under 35s. Thankfully, there’s no evidence to suggest it works, though components of younger blood could help with targeted medical treatments in future. I suddenly feel ok again with being over 40. Weird.
It’s no groak
I hold my hands up, I’m a bit of a lickspigot - blame it on my' olfrygt. If you promise not to exsibilate, I’ll love you from the bottom of my heartspoon. More pressing really, is the question of whether our PM is a throttlebottom.
And finally…
Consider this your earworm for the day.