I've had the same glasses for over three years, before my classic rock obsession started. I picked out frames that looked like Buddy Holly's. I guess my subconscious memory remembered seeing a picture and thinking 'those glasses look cool' or liking a song. I don't know. But here's to my glasses being old!

  John set his glasses down on the table and wandered into the kitchen of the McCartney household to have a snack.
Paul had just gotten back from the kitchen and noticed the black frames on the table.
  John won't mind, right? He picked up his glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose. Paul waltzed back upstairs and grabbed his guitar. He began to strum mindlessly, using his familiarity with the fret board to play while blind.
  Paul scribbled down some notes for a new song he and John were working on, and continued to strum to his heart's content. John was crunching on a packet of crisps in the sitting room, squinting, attempting to find his glasses. He continued to search, squinting and feeling around the table.
   "MACCA!" John bellowed.
    " Yes? " he answered, making his way downstairs.
     "You got me glasses?" He groaned.
Paul handed the frames over, sighing. John slid them onto the bridge of his nose.

   "Oh Paulie, you've smudged the lenses."