Hello everyone. I’m John, definitely fiftysomething (think its 53 this year, but have attained an age where precision is no longer required), and finding myself at a crossroads in my life.
Should I follow the Victor Meldrew path of grumpiness, or embrace the inevitability of change and trip merrily down the highway to hell…?
Apart from that I’m unemployed, stuck in outer London, and looking for a way out of this place before I hit 70. Any tips would be appreciated.
Hi Johhny and welcome to the forum
I am in my early 50s but have stopped counting, my mind is far younger that my body is telling me.
look forward to seeing your comments
Hi welcome from your namesake. Strangely enough, it was only my dear old mum that called me Johnny. The wife has another name! I left London 7years ago, when I was 60. Had enough of work and the city.Have no real advice, good luck whatever you decide.
Thank you all.
John, as a child I hated being called Johnny. I toyed with the idea of calling myself Jock, but… well… maybe I finally managed to embrace myself (only kidding) so Johnny it is
Well hi there John matey. You’re just a young whipper-snapper yet. There’s quite a few on here who are unemployed (including those who like me, are ‘retired’ or through force of circumstances (again like me) are disabled and can no longer work anyway).
Welcome to this club and I too look forward to reading and responding to your contributions.