Mr Coffee takes me to one side this morning and says: -
"Hey, I'm famous. You know youtube, the website?"
"I'm on there. Search for Mr Coffee."
I search and find this video. I have no idea what's being said but the blurb translates roughly as
This Sicilian genius has converted a scooter-van into a mobile coffee shop!
It's not exactly Citizen Kane. But it's fun to watch him playing up to the camera. And then I notice, at the right of the screen, between 0:41 and 0:37, a great bumbling oaf in a corduroy jacket. Me. I think of myself as a wiry seventeen-year-old, of course. Most men do, in spite of glaring evidence to the contrary. Somewhere along the line I've transformed into wall of flesh. It's most discouraging. I yearn for the aerodynamism of my youth.