I have an old pair of trainers for the garden.

I have a stick to stir my paint with.

I don't want to go out on Saturday nights, (not where I live anyway).

I'll walk into a room and forget what I went in there for.

I've got a few more aches and pains that I used to have.

I sometimes notice older men looking at me with some hope in their eyes.

A club doorman (in conversation with you one day) suggests you may want to come to their club night called "Have a nice cup of tea"

AAAARRRGH!