Imagine being the NZ Herald editor and after a tough week, relaxing on Saturday morning with a coffee and cigar to read his paper.
Then he’s confronted by a large photo on the front page of the business supplement showing a chap the story is about and the caption re this bloke advising, “he’s not as young as he used to be,” as occurred a week back.
If the editor then calmly rises, goes to his garden shed, grabs an axe and drives to the home of the sub-editor responsible for this outrage then beheads him, I’d venture no jury would ever convict him. Indeed, a far more likely scenario is the Judge calling for all present to give the editor a standing ovation for his public service.
For God’s sake; “he’s not as young as he used to be”; it’s bloody mind-boggling. An estimated circa 108 billion humans have existed. Not one of them during any second of their life, has ever been as young as he (or she) used to be.
Slop, slop, slop from individuals whose lives are involved with word-smithing. The only way any editor can reasonably cope with this is to attend the office in a perpetually pissed state.