I still find it mildly disgusting that a shop whose window proclaims TATTOOS in foot-high characters can actually flourish. Still, with a bit of luck hepatitis C and good old Darwin will prevail.
Apart from that old-fartish sentiment, my claim to codgerdom this morning is that I spent two days trying to find a 64 Gb Sandisk SD card I received earlier this week, only to find it by surprise in the equipment case I'd already looked in twice (ot was it thrice?), inside a mesh pocket made for SD cards but a good deal more opaque than I had appreciated.
Think I'll get CODGER tattooed on my forehead.
Or maybe not.