A message to the producers of TV’s Grumpy Old Men. I am eighteen months away from reaching the age of 40. I am reassuringly, some might say dependably, grumpy. The vast majority of what is happening in the world irritates me. I’m firmly of the opinion that nothing in art, culture, media, politics or society has been any good since I departed my twenties. And, best of all for you, I am available. Please call. I’ll be waiting.
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