Whilst I’m not yet in my dotage, I have, several times, noticed that I am the eldest in the room, in whatever meeting it is I am attending.
Over the past year, the fact that I am older than most of those around me, has become more apparent to me.
Not because I am hobbling about or because I can’t get up the stairs – I’m still quite sprightly in that regard – but usually something that I’ll say in conversation, will draw blank looks.
This happened yesterday whilst I was in a meeting. Presenting a spreadsheet up on the large screen, I said “… now if we scroll down… down, down a bit further… down down, deeper on down…. then we get to this section…”
“Never had you down as a Quo fan”, said my boss, who, whilst being younger than me, is at least of the same generation.
The young girl – and when I say ‘young’, I mean twenty-something – seated next to him looked confused.
“Status Quo”, I said to her, “You must have heard of Status Quo”. She shook her head.
Every time this happens, I feel a little older and a step nearer to the Wurther’s Originals.
Tony Hancock; Anne Diamond; Alma Cogan; floppy disks; CHiPs; Catweazel; and more, are all things or people that I have mentioned in conversation, that have drawn looks of non-comprehension and I can kind of understand that.
But not knowing the Quo?
Now I feel really old.