Coming to the party

Greg said, "What do you want to do for your 60th?" I looked at him as though he had gone gaga

- MICHELE HEWITSON

He looked back at me as though I had gone gaga. I was about to turn 59. My 60th was a year away. I hadn't given it a thought. I was about to turn 60, he claimed, on September 13 this year, which was a little over a month away. It is true that I have never been good at maths, or dates. But I do know how old I am. No, I don't. I am about to turn 60. How disappointing. I want to be turning 65 so that I can get on the pension. I want one of Winston Peters' SuperGold cards, which might entitle me to ride the toy railway round and round Masterton's Henley Lake Park free of charge. Until eternity, or death. Whichever comes first.