On Being 52

Ah.  The quest to find meaning and purpose in later life.  At 52. Firstly, that number.  It bears no relevance to me at all –…

Nearly 55 – You Can’t See Me – Right?

In the acreage of unmitigated cobblers that passes for journalism in the “wimmin’s section” of the tabloids, the latest neurosis du jour for us ‘middle…