9 September 2007

I have crossed a threshold in my life and I’m not best pleased. I was called “Daddy” by a stranger today. Daddy is a Jamaican expression which is sometimes a mark of respect, akin to wise man, although more often it just means old man. What galled me the most was the car park attendant who gave me the moniker was no younger than me. Granted he was much fitter and more athletic, but that does not give him the excuse.