Philip Larkin was a miserable curmudgeon even when he was my age. Though he had being unrecognised (at the time) to blame it on. He muses on why he bothers writing letters to the few people who DO recognize his worth:
<i>"At thirty-one, when some are rich
And others dead,
I, being neither, have a job instead"</i>
I don't even have that. But I do have nicer hair than Mr Larkin.
