Just had the piss gently taken out of me in the office due to my quite markedly receding hairline.
When I retorted with
” It’s not baldness, I suffer from premature Kojak-ulation”
I was treated to a shocked, tumbleweed laden silence.
It was only then that I realised that I was the only person in the place old enough to have ever been alive when Kojak was a common cultural reference.
I didn’t even follow up with my Ray Reardon references.
I’m only 47 but, today, I feel very, very old.