I’ve figured out that I’m old. How you probably would ask yourself.. Years back when I started out with this thing of going to pub’s I was looking at these old guys (hummm), and decided that if I didn’t have anything better to do on a saturday night than going to the pub and watch the game on TV when I would be at their age – I would shoot myself (well I’m still here).

Today I went to the pub to have a pint or two, and read the paper, and meet this familiar face – the son of a colleague. I’m old…