The trouble is as I approach my sixtieth year I realise I haven’t got much past having the mentality and humour of a fourteen year old boy, and yes I know this snap doesn’t adhere to the pc sensibilities of our age  and it could be deemed I’m taking the mick but in my own little way I’m being affectionate. The people I would take the piss out of is the muscle, bound 6 pack gym freaks who are so caught up in their own narcissistic world of body perfection.