I’ve been told, for a long time now, that I’m an old man in a younger man’s body. I have come to accept that my love of slippers, a tamed tendency towards pomposity and general curmudgeonliness, do give that impression at times.
Today is my 29th birthday. I tell you this not to seek your well wishes but because this morning I unwrapped a hip-flask. This does not confirm my odd old-man-before-my-time nature. No, that comes from the fact that I actually wanted a hip-flask for my birthday.
Now, where do you use them without being labelled an alcoholic?