Tuesday 21 November 2017

This Man's Life: Go gentle into that good night - at 9pm with a bag of Maltesers

'If you believe that we all have a responsibility - conferred on us, some think, by God - not to waste our short time on Earth, then being in bed at 9pm on a Saturday watching Netflix when your baby is on a rare sleepover with granny is a betrayal of that responsibility, a betrayal even of God' Photo: Bloomberg
'If you believe that we all have a responsibility - conferred on us, some think, by God - not to waste our short time on Earth, then being in bed at 9pm on a Saturday watching Netflix when your baby is on a rare sleepover with granny is a betrayal of that responsibility, a betrayal even of God' Photo: Bloomberg
Barry Egan

Barry Egan

The distressing irony of getting to 49 - ie not dying young - is that, living to middle age, you suddenly feel like you earned some monstrous penalty that can now be inexorably exacted upon you.

Take last Saturday night. It had echoes of Sir William Harcourt's dreary maxim that the experiences of a long life have convinced him that nothing ever happens. My wife and I had planned a big night out on the town, because the mother-in-law had taken our baby for a sleepover at her house.

Flags rose. Hymns resounded. Trumpets sounded.

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