This Man's Life: How Flopsy, Mopsy and Cotton-tail force me to face my mortality
The horror! The horror! It wasn't so much public humiliation as a reality check that I am, statistically, an old dad. Last week an otherwise kindly-faced woman at the cinema in Dundrum Town Centre asked me as I stood in line for Peter Rabbit with my three-year-old daughter: "Are you her grandad?"
It was a minor miracle I didn't burst into tears on the spot and push the woman head first into the popcorn machine. I tried, unsuccessfully, to laugh instead.
At 50 I am hardly Mick Jagger, who has a younger child than me and is 74.