If you are a man of a certain age, you have already lived a lot longer than millions of others. If like me, you are a widower with no immediate family, and a senior citizen, you are entitled to a few pleasures in your twilight years.
In my case, especially when I’m writing or researching, I enjoy a glass or two of my favourite brand of English bitter each day – John Smith’s. The other pleasure for me while writing is to be able to create a rollup and smoke it. In my case, these days I prefer Amber Leaf tobacco.
Unlike the vast majority today, whether or not I die from smoking tobacco, or supping a pint or two each day simply doesn’t bother me. I’d rather die happy than miserable, especially when I read about various individuals dying, allegedly having led ‘healthy’ lives, eating organic this and that; refraining from alcohol in any form, and never ever smoking during their lifetimes, not forgetting, participating in some form of exercise regime.
I have to ask myself – why then did they die? In the case of the males, it was probably because of the lifestyles enforced upon them by family, their doctor, and society in general. Far too many men die comparatively young these days from stress related illnesses, brought on by the current mania and fashion for healthy living and working insanely long hours.
I can hear all of the lovely ladies who follow my blog, and others like you out there, tut-tutting as you read this confession of mine. I’m sorry to disappoint you all. No amount of castigation on your part will deter me. Think about it for a moment if you will. Would you rather I was content in my dotage, or not?
Face it ladies, I am who I am. I eat and drink what I like, not what you would have me believe is good for me. However, I no longer eat fatty foods. As you get older, your body simply can’t handle certain things like animal fats. Never the less ladies, I still enjoy being a carnivore, eating meat products of all kinds.
Happiness is growing old disgracefully…