I turned 66 last month and don't anyone dare call me an "old dear".
I'm part of no cosy, cuddly group. I'm the same person I was 40 years ago, just a bit more arthritic, and I object to being "lumped together" with anyone for chronological reasons. I detest the term OAP and the patronising way the over-60s are referred to, before anything else, as Pensioners (implying, more often then not, frailty of body and mind).
I don't demand respect because of my age. I hope I earn it by my actions.
