In an amusing conversation the other week:
25 is the new 18.
36 is the new 25.
Cycling is the new golf.
Dunno if all this is really true, but I’m discovering for myself that brown is the new blue.
There was a stage in my life when I wouldn’t be seen dead wearing brown. The other day however I noted I was wearing blue jeans, a brown T-shirt, and an olivey-brown top and coat. (Olive? Brown? Somewhere in between? I don’t know; I’m a bit colour-blind.)
I reckon if my 20-year-old self saw me now, he’d probably snigger.
And vice versa, come to think of it.