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?

Well if it makes you.feel any better

I didn't ever eat ice cream because it hirt too 

Much. 

But now I do

Because I use now

Sensitive toothpaste

Even toothpaste has feelings 🙂

Olivia is the perfect example of 

How high you fly 

And how ambitious your dreams

And they do come true sometimes

Dont forget that reality bites

She's had more than her share of dramas

Her first husband disappeared off the face of the

Planet never to be seen  again

Maybe she had him for dinner one night

She's survived breast cancer

I think her daughter had a drug problem not

100% on that one but do remember there was

A lot of publicity about her as a teenager

So the girl of your dreams 

Wasn't such  an immortal after all

But Olivia believed in Magic - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jj5vagsGC38

Hopelessly devoted to it 🙂

Riding another sort of tube

Wow that's a monster wave

How  lucky was that proffesional surfer

That recently had a waltz with a great white

And to get the whole thing on film

And he's back in the water

That's pretty gutsy

I should remember his name

But it eludes me at the moment 

Cant get Peter Morrisey out of my head

He's a fashion designer

It's not him:)