Then: swallowing acid.
Now: swallowing antacid.
Then: killer weed.
Now: weed killer
Then: getting out to a new, hip joint.
Now: getting a new hip joint.
Then: being called into the headmaster's office.
Now: storming into the head teacher's office (in these politically correct days...)
Then: getting your head stoned (if my children read this, I'm only kidding)
Now: getting your headstone (children - see above. I'm not quite ready to go yet...)
Then: long hair.
Now: longing for hair.
Then: worrying about no one coming to your party.
Now: worrying about no one coming to your funeral.
Then: trying to look like Roger Moore.
Now: trying not to look like Roger Moore...
Of course, there are many more changes to life these days. I was talking to a someone the other day who had recently been in Iraq and he spoke of the many sociological changes in the country since the old regime had been toppled. He said that years ago there were parts of the country where women customarily walked several feet behind their husbands. Now, according to my friend, many men walked several yards behind their wives. Impressed by this reversal of roles, I asked what had brought about this change in thinking.
'Land mines' he replied...