There’s no better metaphor for ageing than the boiling frog. You’re in it, you can’t escape it – but you don’t always notice it
It was bound to happen one day.
As much as I’d hoped the moment would never come, it did on St Patrick’s Day just gone – a day on which, like my birthday, I always feel quite special because I claim distant Irish heritage and, to be honest, it is a good opportunity to catch up with others of similarly distant Gaelic lineage, talk nonsense, listen to dreary dirges about the old country and drink foaming dark stuff.