Neil Lyndon

2 months ago | yahoo.com | Neil Lyndon

I awake disgusted with myself. There’s an old norse word “uitchiare”, which means “anxieties before dawn”. That’s what grips me every morning as I approach my ninth decade on earth and find myself racked by memories of an endless battery of past follies, sins and selfishness. For relief, I turn to the outer world. The morning news parades an army of individuals whose actions disgust me even more than my own. Thank you Vladimir; thank you Donald. You make me feel like a saint.

2 months ago | telegraph.co.uk | Neil Lyndon

My wife (who is 20 years my junior) and family do tell me that I am getting grumpier as I get older. It may be true but I suspect I was too thick and gullible in the past to notice how annoying the world has become. It's not me, in other words: it's the others. Take the behaviour of crowds at sporting events, for instance. I have been watching professional football and cricket as a devoted spectator for over 70 years but I don't go to the grounds any longer.