FRANK WESTWORTH
Jul 29, 2019
3 minutes
TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST, I’D THOUGHT THAT BY the time a chap had reached that dizzying stage in his life when he’s eligible for the state pension, there would be no more surprises. The surprises jar would have emptied long ago. That frisson of bewilderment, that twingle of excitement at discovering a bold new thing would have gone, along with the ability to devour a bottle of sour mash in a single hour and to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Or something like that.
But no.
Despite hovering disturbingly close to
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