A few years ago, I was driving towards Castle Howard when Katherine started reading from the guide book. She explained that Castle Howard was built in 1712 . “Oh,” I said, “so it’s not as old as my dad’s house.”
This has become a bit of a trope. Things get mentioned as being older or younger than my dad’s house. It’s a defacto standard of measurement. I’m surprised that those crazy cats over at SI or ISO haven’t been in touch.
So the other night I was at the theatre with Mick Jagger. He was there in the row behind me, minding his own business. Afterwards we all trudged out. There’s nothing like being stuck behind people. It doesn’t matter if they are mega famous or if they have loads of people in front of them – it’s easy to become antsy.
“Excuse me, Mick,” I said.
After we were out of the theatre, Katherine and I compared notes. He was a bit short, very wiry, he looked like he was almost dancing – at all times. These were all part of his cool.
“Well I dropped out of the London School of Economics faster than he did, that must mean he is less cool.” I said.
It was Castle Howard all over again.
Maybe Mick thinks he is cooler than me. But as I said to him, “excuse me, Mick”!