The oldest person ever whose age has been independently verified is Jeanne Calment (1875–1997) of France, who lived to the age of 122 years and 164 days. The oldest verified man ever is Jiroemon Kimura (1897–2013) of Japan, who lived to the age of 116 years and 54 days.
Sprightly Brian Wilson has no plans to put the brakes on his 70 year career just yet, despite celebrating his birthday today. Britain’s oldest trucker says he's in it for the long haul as he carries on driving trucks at the grand age of 91. The granddad is so dedicated to his job he gets up at 5:00 am and works up to 12 hours a day delivering goods from the depot in Sheffield, to sites across the country. Brian, who can still hop up on the back of his truck without assistance to tie down a tarpaulin with rope, says only ill-health would stop him from working.
Ivan Roitt, 87, is emeritus professor at Middlesex University’s Centre for Investigative and Diagnostic Oncology. He lives in Finchley, north London, with his wife, Margaret. There was no conscious decision, I just went on working. When I finished as head of immunology at University College London, after 25 years, a colleague asked if I would like to go to Middlesex University. I thought, “Let’s do something useful”, so I set up the cancer research centre.
Jean Miller, 92, is cloakroom attendant at the Vidal Sassoon hair salon on Princes Square, Glasgow. Jean, a widow, drives the 25 miles from her home in Falkirk. When I first came here, I thought, “What on Earth am I doing in among this young crowd?” But I’ve been here 17 years now and I love it. They are quite a cheeky lot sometimes. There was a rule made: “Don’t swear in front of Jean.” Half the time now, I don’t hear what they’re saying, but when they say, “Oh, sorry Jean”, I know.
Evdokia “Ducia” Stafford, 90, has run the Beehive Inn in Pencader, Carmarthenshire for 60 years. She is originally from the Donbass region in Ukraine, and her British husband, John, died 14 years ago. She lives alone at the pub, has no staff and opens every evening.
I was tired of moving around and told my husband I wanted my own place, so he bought me this. When I came here, it was just two little cottages. I stripped it and opened it up. I like working: why would I stop? Where can I go? I’ve got a nice place here, so I might as well stay.