Entry for 11th December, 2007

My cousin was up from England today. I haven't seen him for about three years, so it was good to see him. Well, it was good to see him until he told me I was getting grey-haired. I refrained from telling him that it is a lot better than being ginger, but with a bit of luck he will read this, and realise with a flash of insight that I am becoming a silver fox, whilst he will forever remind girls of Bradley the simpering carrot-topped cuckold from Eastenders.
Relatives telling me that I am going to seed seems to be a bit of a recurring theme. The last time I saw my uncle who died recently, he accosted me in the street and told me that I was putting on weight. I suspect that these would not be the last words that anyone would want to be remembered by, but nevertheless it's true.
Accordingly, now whenever I stand forlornly in the scud on the bathroom scales I will think of him.