My name Robert (commonly known as Bob).
I am 107 years old (yes, you read that correctly).
And I AM writing this myself (i am very intelligent).
My great, great, great, great, grandson is a computer nerd (and has no friends) taught me how to use this modern dayh technology very well
I was appauled when I recently discovered that you young whippersnappers don't cater for the elderly citizens such as I.
I recently loged on to an internet site and when it asked for my birthdate, I couldn't answer it because it didn't allow me to scroll down into the 1900's.
This left me deeply scarred. So much so, that I had to think about how old I really was. You should be proud of us as the crusty's we are, not as old ***.
I still enjoy things that you lads and lassies enjoy these days, such as vodka on cereal etc. etc.
I hope this is read, as I am quite old and I started writing this letter at 6:30am. It is now of course, 2:25pm and I have breadcrumbs all over the thing with all the letters on it. . . KEYBOARD! that's the word; keyboard - because I was pressing buttons all the way through lunch.
Thankyou for your time.