I’ve been thinking about age recently; I’m approaching another landmark birthday. As one gets older, landmark birthdays are separated by more years but seem to come with increasing frequency. Generally, as they age, men lose hair where they want it and grow it where they don’t. They spend less time washing their hair and more time washing their faces – my thanks to a man named Andrew for that last observation.
“A man named Andrew” sounds like a title for a western. I wonder what others there might be in the series: “The Magnificent Andrews”, “A Fistful Of Andrews”, “For A Few Andrews More”, “Pale Andrew”, “The Good, the Bad and the Andrew”, “The Wild Andrew”, “Pat Garrett And Andy The Kid”, “Andrew Cassidy And The Sundance Kid”, “The Outlaw Andrew Wales”, “Andrew”, “Andrew Rides Again”. Of course, there are also the classic old TV westerns: “Shotgun Andrew”, “A Message From Andrew”, “Flowers For Andrew”, “Sentenced To Andrew”, “Old Andrew’s Sister”, “Cannonball Andrew”, “Hopalong Andrew”, “The Lone Andrew”.
Phew, I think I’ve got Andrews out of my system now. And westerns. Perhaps I should turn to music for a change of pace and a bit of light relief; something by the Andrews Sisters, perhaps?