…inside ev’ry ol’ Jurassic, there’s a young Jurassic screaming, ‘Let me out!’…

… my pal, Billy Shakespeare in his wee play, As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII, has one of his protagonists saying, All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms…etcetramore, etcetramore… as with many of yeez Lads and Lassies of Blog Land who’ve reached a certain age, I’ve moved through various of these parts in my own lifetime, and hopefully continue so to move… however, it is true I can safely give notice to Master Usain Bolt, that I no longer entertain notions of hunting down his running spikes at the next Olympic Games, even with a 200-meter start in a 220-metre event… likewise, Messrs Brad Pitt, Daniel Craig, Gerard Butler et al, can rest easy in the knowledge that pursuit of male lead actor fame is no longer on my bucket list… and as for young Andrea Bocelli, he may continue unchallenged by this Son of Scotia in the warbling stakes… it’s no secret that I took possession of my free camel-ride pass a little while back… and I regard the occasional afternoon nap as a reward rather than a punishment for youthful misdeeds… however, none of that means that I have succumbed to the sum’time  deceptively attractive concept of Ageism...

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I harbour no intent to act my age’... as my Comedic God, Saint Billy Connolly says, ‘I don’t know how to act my age, ‘coz I’ve never been this age before’… and another favoured epithet lipped by so many down the years, ‘my ambition is to grow old disgracefully’… any other option in my not-so-‘umble view is considerably less attractive… I know for certain that my age belies an entire encyclopaedia of potential mischief in my head… the ‘Age’ thing is just a number…

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…and a pal of mine made a lot of sense to me the other day, when he delightfully twisted another bon mot, by saying, in his opinion, ’70 is the new 50’… I’ll buy that, Mabel… and wonder how many of yeez out there agree with me that inside ev’ry ol’ Jurassic, there’s a young Jurassic screaming, ‘Let me out!’….see yeez later… LUV YEEZ!

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8 responses to “…inside ev’ry ol’ Jurassic, there’s a young Jurassic screaming, ‘Let me out!’…

  1. Rosa Ave Fénix

    I was thiking.. what is it that struggling inside me???? Yeahhhhhh at last I know what th problem is!!!!! Thanks Seumas!!!!!!!

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  2. Great post Seumas, only one thing … How can there be such a thing as a ‘young’ Jurassic? … only asking …

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  3. As I understand it, Seumas, you don’t intend to “go gently into that goodnight.” 🙂

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  4. Never grow old gracefully. The greatest advantage of growing older is that’s time to be as disgraceful as we like, and more!

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