My wife and I had lunch today in our fevourite up-market Italian restaurant. We cannot afford to go there too often, because today's bill was the equivalent of the royalties on 100 copies of my books (ignoring taxes). There was a party of about 20 or so ladies having a celebratory Xmas lunch, none of whom were under 60 years old. My wife and I fell to speculating as to the affinity which brought them there. One suggestion, at which we both giggled, was the annual Xmas lunch of the Localville Retired Hookers' Association.

All i can say is good on them