I'm too old... it's official!

Very sad news, everyone. I am Too Old. Officially. Oh yes...

Last night I was hunting on the internet for a new running top. Like the one I've got, only a size smaller - I must have shrunk (yay!) I found the right top in the right size at a few places and went for the best deal - at My Triathlon. They wanted all the usual stuff about name, address, date of birth, etc... It was fine until the date of birth. It had one of those long lists of years and I scrolled back, and back, and back, saying to Guy 'you know you're old when you have to keep scrolling on and on' and then I came to the end. 1961. So it didn't even go back as far as my year - 1960.

So that's it. I'm officially Too Old!

Obviously I decided to take my business elsewhere... But then the other website crashed, so I had to go back and LIE. I was born in 1961, apparently...

Now if I was in the US I would clearly sue them. For hurt feelings, damage to reputation, feelings of obsolescence, etc etc. I do have access to about 40 splendidly litigious lawyers (don't they know I'm a legal secretary?) and my cousin in America works out damages for people in law suits... But I'm not that vengeful, I'll settle for an 'I'm sorry' pair of socks (100 Mile Marfil Trisock, womens, small, pink please).

To be fair, I did email My Triathlon and say 'shame on you' and I had a lovely response from Steve saying 'oh that's terrible, I was born in 1960 too, our sport is for any age, I'll get it changed immediately' which is about all he could say (apart from the thing about the socks).

So I shall shuffle back to my bath chair, wrap my tartan rug around my knees and leave you with this picture that Fit Mark took on Saturday. I mean, really, does this look like an Old Person?

Yes, ok, fair point...