Mid-life crisis: It's hard to grow into mantle of a grown-up
A young singer on the Saturday Night Show recently asked me for a picture. Obviously I was delighted to oblige. "I've still got it," I thought. "I'm still hip and down with the kids." "For the granny," she said apologetically, as she posed patiently with me.
That, I have to admit, was a first. I'm used to people I regard as being roughly the same generation as me asking for a picture for their mammy, but to be two generations removed from relevance to this kid was a new one.
The slight realisation that you are getting older to other people while you stay the same age as far as you are concerned -- which you then wash away in a river of denial -- do not start with creaky knees or not knowing all the hip new beat combos in the hit parade.