Talking Out Of Turn

I just discovered that the actor who plays the current regeneration of Doctor Who, David Tennant, is 35 years old.

I am 34. I am only a year younger than the current Doctor.

This suggests that there is a very good chance that within the next couple of regenerations (if the series continues to live on) I will be older than the actor who is playing the Doctor.

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

In other news, I have doubts about certain things I heard on the local 70s-80s radio station this weekend:

1. I doubt that Neil Diamond really never had better times than with Sweet Caroline.
2. I doubt that Annie Lennox has really sailed the seven seas, looking for anything.
3. I doubt that surrendering my dreams to Pat Benatar would result in them coming true (particularly since none of them involve her).
4. I have heard Head East sing that they are “goin’ down for the last time” so many times that I suspect that they aren’t really drowning at all.
5. I wonder how long it has been since Rod Stewart could possibly have collected his books and headed back to school.
6. I doubt that the making of the album Paradise Theater was really the “Best of Times” for Dennis DeYoung, or in fact any member of Styx.
7. Ian Anderson may be “too old to rock and roll” but I doubt that he is “too young to die” anymore.
8. I doubt that Air Supply has ever created love ex nihilo, much less anything else.
9. I can’t picture Golden Earring ever “going too far.”
10. I doubt that Manfred Mann would come for anybody who had broken all his windows and run through all his doors, although I do think that he would demur about asking them to fight his wars.
11. Speaking of which, I suspect that war is indeed good for something, even if it’s just preventing a much worse war (Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker notwithstanding).