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Nine Important Facts to Remember as You Grow Older: Number 9 - Death is the number 1 killer in the world. Number 8 - Life is sexually transmitted. Number 7 - Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. Number 6 - Men have two emotions: hungry and horny, and they can't tell them apart. If you see a gleam in his eyes, make him a sandwich, you have a 50% chance of being right... Number 5 - Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks, months, maybe years. Number 4 - Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in the hospital, dying of nothing. Number 3 - All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism. Number 2 - In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird, and people take Prozac to make it normal. Number 1 - Life is like a jar of jalapeno peppers. What you do today might burn your ass tomorrow. ...and as someone recently said to me: Don't worry about old age; it doesn't last that long.

No alternative, sorry. The Casa Habanos book is a nice starting point.

Amen brother!

Yep - couldn't agree more. Too bad they didn't get to play test cricket when in their prime with the sport boycott. Who knows what they would have done.....

'twas hellsih - but we prevailed.....

Brilliant on the cricketers - yep Ali was the captain, and Barry Richard's teeth where blinding white grimmaces every time he hit the ball. - Yep - certified codger. I sat on the grass bank at the Wanderers and couldn't believe the length of Peter Pollock's runup. Tried to emulate him as a kid, but the coach wasn't impressed with how long it took me to bowl an over and pulled me! P.S - on the math equation - it's OK to date someone who is older than half your age plus 7. Anyone younger is just wrong. So my 52 year old colleague just married a 35 year old, and we've been hackling him since.....

Great shot - thanks Mike! P.S - regarding my T-shirt - highly recommended spot in the Cape. When in SA, you have to go to Fairview and eat at the Goat Shed.

I'm not sure of how one even get to know - even Hamlet said it was becoming impossible to make sense of the box codes. I've recently taking to buying specific runs when suggested by others who have sampled them. Otherwise I think it's a crapshoot....

I talk to myself because I am ensured of intelligent conversation that way. Some other signs that you might be becoming a codger: Other peoples kids are all hideous monsters Older women become increasingly attractive Younger women even more so You can compute age/2 plus 7 easily - just to confirm you are not a complete pervert Wonder if you'll live long enough to age those 2004 Leoville Barton's enough - start calculating years left Don't want to drive anywhere without a really specific purpose Find Justin Beaber and Maroon 5 intolerable (my mother said that of "Hotel California" - so go figure) You start to hate Christmas music Start smoking a pipe because its too cold for cigars Unable to text with any great speed Own a typewriter Still like refer to music "albums" Need new glasses annually Have various lumps and bumps cut out on a regular basis Have your next colonscopy scheduled Check on your health insurance before travelling Detest travelling because your back hurts Know the physiotherapist closest to your office Know your pharmacists first name Move from your gigantic house into a condo (just did that) - mostly becuase you don't want to mow the lawn/shovel the snow anymore Own a cat Say to people: "when I was your age", or "when I trained.." You actually know who Che Guevarra was, and don't have a hat with his face on it Can remember the Berlin wall coming down Can remember the Berlin wall going up ?????? (Not me your honour!) Can name at least half of the cricket squad in the 69/70 test series between Oz and SA

That box code "OPG" - either stands for One Poor Guy - one chap doing all the packing - he's stressed out you see, or it could be "One Poor Gringo" gonna buy this **** !!!!!

I know!!! - It was when all you Aussies visited the factory! Everything got turned upside down, and you confused the poor lad - he didn't know which was was up anymore.

It's just they are so darned expensive here, so it's tough to chuck it. Most of us grew up with parents reminding us to eat our dinner because of the starving Biafrans. It just morphed into our adult lives and got extrapolated to cigars! My wife says only a fool puts something in his mouth that he doesn't enjoy. I guess a bigger fool would keep it there..... If it doesn't push your buttons - chuck it and try something else. Life is way too short to drink bad wine or smoke lousy cigars!

I'm horrified Pres - that can't have some out of Partagas, surely? D4 are wonderful sticks - that's just wrong!!! Are you sure you didn't get those from a guy on the beach in Mexico?

El Pres - it was an awesome trip. Unfortunately we got got flu on the last day, so missed the farewell shindig. The trip tp Vinales was the highlight for me, although you Aussies do throw an epic party. Also felt in the precence of royalty sitting at dinner with Foxy. A fifth generation iconic Irish tobacconist. Generous with his Regional Flor Cano's too. Met some great people - Mike and Dana who shared a caza with us, poor sick Nate, who D felt some "maternal like" sympathy for. Then our Brit friends Steve and Phil who managed to have D in a state of constant mirth. Stan, Mike, Toby, - man - the whole gang of you - what a group. Machine - the ever present fix-it dude, and Hector, who can nail beers and mojitos and still drive a bus. Thank you Rob - it was an incredible trip.

Architect? I'll PM you!