I got to thinking this week, why do old buggers like me get stuck in their ways?
When you pass the big five-oh, you tend to have established a routine and stick to the things you know and like.
For example, I'll always drink Brakspear's, Hooky or 6X rather than IPA or John Smith's if I can find it .
I always have either a king prawn curry or bhuna from the excellent Tandoori Nights in Kidlington (that's got to be worth a couple of complementary popadoms hasn't it?), rather than try something different.
I am sure there are better bitters and Indian dishes around, but I know what I like and I stick to it. Boring old fart.
It's the same with music. I've been an Eric Clapton fan since he started life with the Yardbirds in the 60's and followed him through John Mayall, Cream, Delaney & Bonnie, Derek & The Dominoes and all the other bands.
And what can't I stop playing since I got it for Christmas? A CD called Road to Escondido by Clapton with JJ Cale. There's not a crap track on it.
Yeah, I know I could be playing my air guitar to loads of other stuff (Rainbow, Nickleback, Undertones to name but three), but there's something different about Clapton's work and the noise he makes.
They used to scrawl Clapton is God on buildings in days gone past and now I know why.
Did you know he had a trial for West Ham in 1959? No, I'm only kiddling, but I had to mention something about sport in this blog, after all.