…which for me, is only two years off. But moving on…
When Paul composed the above titular number, for the legendary “Sgt Pepper” album, he painted a picture of warm, gentle RETIREMENT.
In 1967 Britain, this was still at age sixty-FIVE. However, it was perfectly reasonable to expect that by the time he DID reach that age – in 2006; 39 years later – it would have been LOWERED.
But sadly NOT. In order to EVADE meeting their contractual obligations to pay out state pensions, successive governments have lied to and cheated their subjects, trying to convince them they will all live to a hundred and thus not NEED their pensions until much LATER.
This they have done by INCLUDING the appalling infant mortality figures from a hundred years PAST, to determine FUTURE life-expectancy rates.
And incompetents too, since the LOWERING of retirement age would ELIMINATE Britain’s Number One Problem – UNEMPLOYMENT.
But then, back in that Golden Year of 1967 – when the future looked so bright and the possibilities endless – Paul had no way of knowing what a huge, steaming pile of SHITE Britain would become…