The other night we went to see Sir Richard Starkey, MBE, and his charming little orchestra.
He achieved worldwide headlines by tripping and falling during his final song, but I blinked and missed it. I hope I’m that spry when I’m 83.
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I got to see him live when he was a spry 70. Awesome seats, too – nearly front row, we could practically see up his nostrils. (Do with that information what you will.)
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