I haven't had ice cream in years.
I haven't sat in a cinema and watched a foreign language movie I couldn't make head or tail of, just to try to impress a girl, for years either.
And piano accordion concertos, it seems like forever since I've been to one of them.
"Exclamation of surprise!", has my life become boring?
Has the high point of my existence become giving away the free chocolate issued by a coin operated actuarial prediction vending machine?
Nobody told me that this would be what hurtling toward middle age would be like...
(I much prefer the sound of the Middle Age written about in the history books, except for the plagues, the famines, the droughts and the rampant armies pillaging and looting everything, but everything else sounds good).
And strawberry topping. Or blue heaven, I remember it, fondly (If only because Olivia Newton John's favourite milkshake flavour, when she was a young girl, was blue heaven). Why do I remember trivia like that, and not my PIN number?
