I'll always be young
But I'll admit that people who are half my age and run a radio with more horse powers than their car (with the basses turned up to 800%, ruining all the delicate work of sound engineers and musicians) count as unbearable brats in my book, just as demented older folks like my ex-landlady ("I always hear a storm noises but there is no storm. It must therefore be that YOU have a machine running that makes storm noises. It's totally impossible that I have tinnitus and only imagine the sounds") count as crumbly daft fossiles.
Fortunately, I was never the first and I sincerely hope I'll never close ranks with the latter.