Drag artist

Sir Mick was twenty three when he sang that memorable line. And I was presented with this wonderful t-shirt on the occasion of my fiftieth - though it has rarely graced my torso in the twelve years since. Today however I’ve packed it in my trunk as I’m heading to a farm in Somerset: there to cavort with young people in the beating sun, if the forecast is to be believed. This gives me the opportunity to wear another seldom worn gift on the greying napper.
Right! Strawberries all eaten, bin put out. Time for the bus... oh gawd I fear I’m a bit old for this malarkey.