Reminds me of a time, not so long back, just after a gig, when me and the other guitarist in my band were approached by a quite stunning young woman, at least half our age. We could only drool and stare as she told us, in the most flattering terms, how much she'd enjoyed the night and would be sure to look out for us again etc etc. She was pretty and flirty, and we managed to mumble a couple of "thanks" in reply but were a little out of practice in the art of "chatting up" so we stuck to ogling. After she'd left, it dawned on me that the only reason this beautiful girl had felt she could come and chat in such a friendly and beguiling way was, that at our ages, we were now considered...