At the end of the fifties tunnel I could see light, albeit via the optics of my varifocal glasses. The light wasn't bright, it was dim, cloudy and a little fuzzy around the edges. This was the future, the future I had yet still to see, although in light years, well more beige, the time ahead was diminishing like a rapidly approaching express train.
It's November 2015, the first month of winter, the last month of my sixtieth year, I had the pleasure of having to reluctantly arrange my sixtieth celebration. I say reluctantly because it was all about me, and being me, everything had to be coordinated and under my control! Who do I invite and where do I have it? Just two questions, but nevertheless two big questions that had to be answered whilst at the same time, ticking all the boxes. Suddenly it wasn't all about me!
What cuisine and location? On the surface not much of a dilemma but to cater for others and selecting a suitable location isn't easy and it had to be decided quickly. Do I have it at home, do I self cater, do I get "staff" in or do I book a restaurant? It was the latter, a local Indian Restaurant. Do I pay, do my guests pay or do I contribute? It was the latter, drinks were on me! On me? I must be getting old! Who then do I invite and to what level of generation do I decide? Friends and family with children or without? It was the latter, close friends and family and definitely no children!
It was a great night in the end culminating in drinks and cake back at home. Welcome to being sixty!
What cuisine and location? On the surface not much of a dilemma but to cater for others and selecting a suitable location isn't easy and it had to be decided quickly. Do I have it at home, do I self cater, do I get "staff" in or do I book a restaurant? It was the latter, a local Indian Restaurant. Do I pay, do my guests pay or do I contribute? It was the latter, drinks were on me! On me? I must be getting old! Who then do I invite and to what level of generation do I decide? Friends and family with children or without? It was the latter, close friends and family and definitely no children!
It was a great night in the end culminating in drinks and cake back at home. Welcome to being sixty!
