Saturday, October 07, 2006
On Thursday, June 8, 2056...
...I shall die, according to this amusing little website which makes predictions on longevity based on age, weight, whether one smokes, personality type etc. If true, I shall be very nearly 94 years old and both my daughters would be into their sixties. My first reaction is that I'd better start saving, though on reflection I should only like to live that long if I could keep all my faculties until the last possible moment and then die in bed. Suddenly at home - that'd be just the ticket.
7 comments:
I've got another 27 years left, crikey! Still lots to do, I really must learn how to play the adagio from Mozart's Clarient Concerto on my own clarinet before then.
I'm down for Feb 2031 - age 73. Thats the age my ma went at but 8 years better than my pa. Nae bad.
It's scary have that second countdown too, I wouldn't want that ticking away by my bed.
Well, it's certainly a conversation piece. Thanks for dropping by, Caerphilly.
huh, this is blocked at work on grounds of tastelessness. We're very refined here at the Big Faceless Bank.
ha, went home and tried it - 2043. Why are you getting 13 years more than me eh? I'm female, I'm cheery, I'm not fat, I don't get it.
Well, I don't know why, Phiz. I was really surprised when mine said I would go on until I was 93. Should think I'll be fed up by then and mad for it.
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