This month contains another eye-wateringly significant birthday. I shan’t tell you which one, because old hands have probably sussed it from my many nostalgic references and if you’re a newbie, it’s a good exercise in detective work. A clue: like Cleopatra, my salad days are long over.
Excuse the prevarication, but I find that if one tells all (such as – ‘I’ve lived under three monarchs’), then people start making
