I’d always been sceptical of people, generally in their 30s, telling me that they didn’t drink that much any more because their hangovers had got so much worse. I just figured they weren’t practising hard enough. But in the last month, I’ve had not one, not two, but three hangovers the strength, length and severity of which I used to get about once a year. The bastards were right. Not only that, but my lower back has developed a disturbing twinge, my right knee hurts after running less than three kilometres, and the furrow between my eyebrows grows ever deeper. There’s no escaping it: I’m getting old.
Still, a friend of mine sent me the picture below, which cheered me up no end.
