Old age

Smarty pants

There was drama and there were tears (mine) - and it all came down to just one point.

Unfortunately, I was on the wrong end of it and smarty pants, above, creamed me at Bury Bowl on Sunday.

Look, I'm getting on a bit but this is the point, I guess, when the youngsters start to pity me.

They already make fun of my lack of real bulky hair and the styling of what little I have.

They are already starting to make fun of my sporting ability - or rather the lack of it.

Now, ten-pin bowling...what next?

Anyone got a number for sheltered accommodation?

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