I’m not saying I wouldn’t go out and stay up late for a gig, or a film, or a play, but I realised (again) on NYE that I was quite happy going to bed before midnight.
My second pleasure is when it’s cold enough to light the fire.
I’m not saying I wouldn’t go out and stay up late for a gig, or a film, or a play, but I realised (again) on NYE that I was quite happy going to bed before midnight.
My second pleasure is when it’s cold enough to light the fire.
I’m 73, but perhaps these days I can remain ‘middle-aged’. However we don’t have gigs in this part of France or at least if there are such things, they’re unlikely to be the gigs of yore.
TBH, I think my greatest (perhaps late) middle-aged pleasure is feeling comfortable that perhaps I’m beginning to understand all sorts of things a bit…
Not perhaps very ambitious , but maybe as good as it gets…
I’m at the local Quine event. They just started the intermission and I’m ready to head home.
A good book or a TV show and a glass of wine with the log burner going.
Bliss.
My NYE was Jules Holland’s Hootenanny, a burning fire, a bag of Tayto and red wine. What more would anyone need?
P.S. I did stay up until 3am with Jukes though ![]()
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I could never watch it after I discovered it was filmed in October ![]()
We again applied for tickets but were unsuccessful. That said, found some of it a bit lame this year.
I believe it’s a sign of being “grownup” that one goes to bed when one is tired ![]()
only kids fight as long as possible against “bedtime” ![]()
My only Middle Aged Pleasure is pretending I am still middle aged. It does work sometimes, but doesn’t include New Years Eve, especially since I discovered that if I lived a bit further East I could go to bed a bit sooner. ![]()
For a long time, it’s had the sense of Holland ticking off his bucket list and a significant proportion of the acts should have hung up the microphone years ago.
I’m 62 so probably don’t qualify yet but similar to @Porridge, I love going to bed a few hours before midnight on NYE too and celebrate it in a different timezone. ![]()
Really? Just what is the definition of middle aged then? Maybe I am closer than I thought, on the wrong side, obviously. ![]()
I don’t generally do New Year’s Eve, I’m off to kip at the normal time, but this year She Whose Views Must Be Taken Into Consideration wanted to celebrate it together remotely so we both watched the fireworks go bang on the telly from 220 miles apart!
You middle-aged romantic. ![]()
I know. We are still in the new couple stage so Madame gets priority over sleep.
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No, you’re still a sexagenarian.
I was looking forward to that, but the word is deceptive.
My 1998 heavyweight copy of The New Oxford Dictionary of English, gives the definition of middle-age as ‘the period between youth and old age, about 45 to 60.’ Today probably about 55 to 70. I don’t fit, being 14 years beyond 70. The 1998 meaning of old age is ‘the latter part of normal life’’, but gives no age scale.
But I can dream though and my old age pleasure would be to dream about being middle-aged again, around 50, being and feeling alive, alive, oh! Meaning to feel physically vibrant, fresh, and full of life!
For me, aged 62, one of the main middle aged pleasures is that no-one now, be they a nanny, a parent, a matron, a house master, teacher, employer, or colleague can order you about, or tell you what to do. You are more or less free to do what you want, when you want within reason (and in my case subject of course to my lovely wife’s wishes).
My middle age pleasure is porn as Madame describes it, in my defence it is tool porn… argh it gets worse, sites like Fine Tools and Dictum.
If you look them up you are safe, it is about hand tools….. May be Madame is correct?
When I see job advertising, I know I fit the job description for “senior” xxxxx. Unlikely to be anyone more senior ![]()