George Melly is 79 nudging 80. You'll probably think, �That�s not old these days�. And it�s true, George is still swinging and singing, fly-fishing, flirting, and for now just playing at senility. But it�s not as if he were the Queen Mother. He walks very slowly nowadays. He�s losing control over his bladder, and his bowels. He no longer, being quite deaf, enjoys noisy parties. He�s been seriously ill once, and not quite well often. And he's constantly being probed and tinkered with at St Mary�s Hospital: like an old car in and out of the garage. Sex has walked out on him, but Irish Whiskey, in only slightly diminished quantities, remains a good friend. This remarkably cheerful book is his diary of it all. An extraordinary, darkly funny, frank, and larger-than-life account about how feels to be growing old and irresistibly Slowing Down.
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