Some youngster starts one orf about reaching 60, then some pimply youfs think they know about the meaning of life and being 30....cobblers, the lot of it. What reely reely counts, is how old you feel. As the beers go down I get better and better, I was phenomenal, no one could live with me... the fact I wheeze like a broken boiler and can only run halfway across the road is neither here nor there. I feel wonderful. (I'm still here ain't I?) So. How old do you feel?