My music taste could be considered bad, archaic or amazing and brilliant depending on who you ask. But as life goes on I find myself drawn more and more to older and older music. By the time I’m fifty I’ll be rocking out to the sound of primitive apes banging sticks on rocks if this rate keeps up. But the point of this post is not to think of future me with my brilliant thick hair, million pound car and with an extraordinarily good looking wife. No, this post is about me telling you where I am at the moment, at the moment I’m listening to this:

Bob Dylan’s a Like a Rolling Stone, God I’m a sixty year old man stuck in a stunningly good looking eighteen-year-old’s body.