It is March now and I’m still struggling to get rid of the ‘Christmas and New Year tummy’. They call it middle-age spread but I didn’t think I was that old until I received news of a report that stated old age now officially begins at 58.
It still comes as a shock when I start talking in the office about ‘recent’ events and get lots of blank stares. Is it really more than a quarter of a century since the Falklands War and 37 years since I first saw TV in colour?
I was offered the chance last week to interview Les McKeown. There I was reminiscing about tartan trews and scarves fastened round wrists only to be brought to earth with a bump when I was informed the Bay City Rollers had happened a decade before the majority of the paper’s reporters had been born.
Is it really that long ago?
It’s the same when I get applications for jobs and the CV shows 1992 as date of birth. 1992? Surely they should still be at junior school?
Age means so much when you’re at school. Every quarter-of-year is dutifully added to your age on the front of primary school exercise books (yes it was books, not slates even when I was there).
By secondary school you would never dream of going out with someone from a year above or below you – they are soooo old/young.
You start work and your co-workers are old men and women and 30 seems ancient.
So when does age suddenly change? Under 20 is young, over 70 is old and for the rest of us? Are we all middle aged?
I don’t feel old. In fact in my head I’m probably about 27 but last year I realised I was older now than my mother was when I got married 25 years ago. She seemed old to me then – what does that make me now…?
This article first appeared in the Diss Express