You know you’re getting older when you realise that you’ve been attending the same bonfire party every Guy Fawkes night for nigh on 38 years.
When I started going – at about the tender age of four – I was obviously one of the youngest there.
So I was gutted this year to realise that I was in the older quarter of guests.
How has that happened so quickly?
And what made it worse was being asked by someone to explain what life was like in my ‘era’.
How awful is that? I am only 42 and already I have an era?
It made me want to give the asker a clip around the ‘era’ for their impertinence.
But I decided to resist this as it would surely have dated me.