But I, a crusty male melancholic given to fuck-all gloomitude, can’t go there. I was moderately dishy back in my hey-hey days (early 20s to mid 40s) but no longer. Even with the Prague enhancements, older, creasier and slightly saggier is a biological fact these days and no amount of age-positivity can change that. I’m in reasonably good shape for the mileage but let’s not kid ourselves.
