Brendan O'Connor: I'm not bothered by the death of cool ... mostly
At some point in the last few years, I decided to get with the consolations of ageing. Instead of trying to cling to youth, I realised I was better off trying to age gracefully, not to fight it. So, hopefully, now I am not a foolish, deluded, ageing person trying to be something I'm not, but instead someone who fits themselves a bit more due to the consolations of age.
I suppose it helps that age is being good to me on certain levels. I am not a professional athlete, or indeed any kind of athlete, whose glory days are behind him. In fact, I am closer to fit now than I have ever been in my life, and I am probably in the best shape I have been in since I was a teenager. I know that is very annoying for you all, but console yourself with the fact that for the first 40 years, when you all had the physical edge on me, I was the loser. Also console yourself with the fact that I put my current, slightly mysterious, lower weight down to some terrible illness that none of my ever-increasing teams of physicians has discovered yet. (Another part of getting old is accepting you have things like your own gastroenterologist).
I have to admit though, that as I increasingly meet guys who I vaguely recognise from years ago – once I strip away the fake chins and the fatsuits they appear to be wearing, to see their old selves in there – I sometimes feel slightly smug. Being someone who never relied on physicality or looks for youth means that ageing is less cruel. As someone who lives in my head, life only gets better for me now.