GOF Music

It is tragically but undeniably true that I am not as young as I once was. Don't misunderstand me - I'm not old, or anything vulgar like that. These days, simply nobody is old. But my hair is not as luxuriant as it used to be. I would now think twice before walking twelve miles home after a night out drinking, let alone be confident of waking up early the next morning feeling all bright-eyed and bushy tailed. This must mean that I've reached yet another stage in my life. I've done infancy, childhood, teenage and young adult. I've now reached the age of GOF and, to celebrate, I am here and now going to launch GOF culture, which is sure to be the next big thing.

The quicker-witted amongst you will already have worked out that GOF stands for Groovy Old Fart. The GOF movement is not to be confused with the Goth movement. We don't sing about alienation and decay, we sing about declining standards in education and the incontrovertible fact that many TV presenters can't talk properly. We don't dress in black, we're far more likely to wear a jaunty and ironic beige. (GOF superstars, of course, often shop at M&S). Our hair, if present at all, is likely to be silver in colour or, as we prefer to call it, grey.

We are forthright and honest and not as strong as we used to be.

We are GOF.