
Spare a thought for 84-year olds. My dear father-in-law, a lovely, lovely man, is now 84. We celebrated his birthday last night at a marvellous, trendy eaterie. I did feel sorry for the poor fellow. At 84, things start to feel very alien, I'm sure. Certain reliable things in life start to crumble in front of you. What you used to rely on is now a thing of the past. Take beer mugs. Yes, mugs.