When I was 18, I knew exactly what was wrong with the world and how to put it right. These days I don't even know where I left the last working ball point pen in the house. There must be some types of people who don't go through this sort of humbling reassessment:
a) genuinely brilliant people
b) highly-paid columnists with reality-proof egos
c) subscribers to the Veet Voojagig theory of biro loss.
At least I can still sometimes remember the thing I'm trying to find. The next stage comes when I can't remember what I came upstairs looking for...
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