Although I am not yet a month into my 29th year, I have observed some definite signs of age creeping stealthily up on me:
– Vicious, evil, crippling hangovers finally dissuade me from drinking.
– For the sake of the public as well as my dignity, I’ve turned to swimming costumes instead of bikinis.
– I am becoming addicted t0 the daily radio plays on BBC 4. I am subscribed to the podcast.
This is it. The beginning of the end.