Although I am always saying I’m only 19, the truth is that I am now nearly 80. For this reason I recently went to the doctor for a check-up. Not to blow my own trumpet, the doctor was amazed at what good shape I am in and asked, “How do you stay in such great physical condition?”
“I’m English from England and I am an anorak,” I replied, “and that’s why I’m in such good shape. I’m up well before daylight and I’m tuning up and down the bands which keeps me alert, then I stroll down to the topless beach for a walk.”
“Well,” said the doctor, “I’m not sure that helps, so there’s got to be more to it. How old was your Father when he died?”
“Who said my Dad’s dead?”
The doctor was amazed. “You mean you’re 80 years old and your Father’s still alive. How old is he?”
“He’s 100 years old,” I told him. “In fact he radio anoraked with me this morning, and then we went to the topless beach for a walk and he had a little portable with him and that’s why he’s still alive. He’s English from England and he’s an anorak too.”
“Well,” the doctor said, “that’s great, but I’m sure there’s more to it than that. How about your Father’s Father? How old was he when he died?’
“Who said my Gramps is dead?”
Stunned, the doctor asked, “You mean you’re 80 years old and your grandfather’s still living! Incredible! How old is he?”
‘He’s 118 years old,” I told him.
The doctor was getting a little frustrated at this point. “So, I guess he is English from England and was radio anoraking with you this morning too?’
“No, Gramps couldn’t go this morning because he’s getting married today.”
At this point the doctor was close to losing it. “Getting married!! Why would a 118 year-old guy want to get married?”
“Who said he wanted to?”
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