Don't Get Old, Get Even

Had a great New Year's Eve, just me and the sexydelightful Mrs H. Dressed up in dinner jacket and manually tied (after much cussing) bow tie(me) and a very sexy black velvet dress (Mrs H) I enjoyed a succulent beef wellington and Mrs H a yummy vegetarian creation before taking to the dance floor. We were amongst a non-eclectic mix of Yorkies who were probably best suited to a Saga holiday in Alicante, which would have us reaching for the cyanide pills whereas they would look askance at us with our 2 week tour of the American West on a motorcycle. They were more the holiday camp disco types, while we were more the quality 8 piece stonking live Blues band types. They were more the "Y M C A" and "Come on Eileen" communal naff wedding DJ disco crowd (Peter Kay does a great impression of this), while we were more the ` quality kick-arse rock/blues live musicians and outstanding female lead singer` types. The band didn't get the audience they deserved and usually get, but hey, it takes all sorts and there was more ball-room for us and the other outnumbered afficionado's who were up there with us, but when the disco-shite struck up we could sit it out and enjoy La difference. Ying and Yang, black and white, Labour and Tory, Christian and Muslim, Jew and Gentile, live and let live, each to their own, AC and DC. BUT, seriously, the disco really was playing shite....and those wankers loved it. So, am I getting old or does the attached video of the great `Small Faces` featuring PP Arnold kick more arse than a large proportion of modern dross? Well, I am actually getting a teeny bit older, but that's beside the point.