Thank ya, friend! Yes, I feel the need to go JERRY LEWIS at times. Yes, we do; sex is the garden of youth that we’d all, I hope, like to REPLOW?

But when we are OLD AND WISE AND FULL OF GRACE we can forget that overwhelming feeling of desire that we felt PLUNGING/BEING PLUNGED by our first lovers. I, I believe many, are DOOMED TO REMEMBER and, in our sixth decade, might wonder how those sleek and lithesome lovers became FAT & LUMPY (though good wives and mothers - and HAPPY: more than my arse can blow).

The young man, under scopes, Snopes, proved wise and beyond reproach and exited upon cue. I wish him well, I do, I love the little basterd, do I.

When I visit my doctors, I have to travel in a van, and when I wait for my pick-up, I will sometimes see a delightful twenty-something girl in a cool cotton blouse wearing shorts and sandals and I remember and smile. Rarely, rarer than radium, she might smile back at Quasimodo and we share a moment.