43, overweight, drink too much, smoke, eat like a horse! One that lives off pasties.
I’m also a realist. The idea that anyone my age is going to end up having a nice, comfortable retirement, like the ones our parents are presently enjoying – weekends away, nice car, regular foreign holidays, jaunts out for lunch, rounds of golf – is frankly ludicrous! One or two might, I suppose. The rest of us are going to be working til we drop, or living a subsistence level existence of borderline poverty.
So why the hell anyone would sacrifice enjoying themselves now, for spinning it out for more years of misery the other end is beyond me!