Cycling home yesterday I passed a young girl who, quite frankly was stunning and her arse jiggled like two oranges in a hanky. I was smitten. I stopped at the lights and as she passed me I had to refrain making some kind of 'cheeky' comment because she was about 18 and well, I'm married and erm, 42. So I felt I would have sounded like a letcherous old man. Which kind of made me depressed. So that got me thinking "What happened? "Am I a Dirty Old Man?" "Would it have been different if I was in a Ferrari rather than on a Specialized?" Any answers?