Not Emulating Clive.

So was I heartened to read that Clive James (who is one of the very few celebrities I ever liked) had an affair with a woman twenty four years his junior when he was older than I am now? Not really. Good old Clive has four advantages over me:

1) He’s a lot better off than I am.

2) He has less hair, and so is probably more virile than me.

3) He’s Australian, and so is probably a lot more virile than me.

4) He’s Australian, and so his taste in women is probably rather less demanding than mine.

He wrote to me once, you know. He told me I’d missed the irony somewhere along the line. Not any more I don’t, Clive.