Thirty fucking five??????????? Yeah, ready for retirement! Sit down grandad, you are embarrasing the kids.
Unless the rest of us old farts can remember you from back in the "good old days" when beer was cheap, and you could bareback buttfuck sluts with the worst thing to happen to you being a tomato skin down the Jap's Eye, I'd say you are going to have a struggle. Only people with proven track records, like our Billy here, will have a ghost of a chance after the age of 30. It just gets vaguely embarrassing after that, with just a whiff of old-folk piss.
Let's face it, every kiddywink and his brother have a Jackson and a Marshall now, and they certainly don't think anyone with male pattern baldness, a mortgage and middle aged spread has anything relevant to say. And of course, apart from cunts like me, all the other old farts who would see you as their peers, are "grown up" now and don't relish the thought of being out past 8pm listening to all that noisy guitar racket. Where is their latest Jack Jones CD?
I'm sure there will be a Shylock out there rubbing his spindly fingers together looking for a "silver (crowd)surfer" band to exploit, erm, I mean, manage. And there's no fool like an old fool is there, so you should find someone. Don't be surprised when you find out he's fucked off with a big wodge of your moolah though!! Good Luck!!!!
