I don’t usually bother with mirrors. Know what I look like and am ugly enough not to want to dwell on the fact. Add in that I normally get washed, shaved and dressed in the dark, so as not to disturb anyone else and months can go by without really noticing my reflection. (Yes, contrary to popular belief I do show in mirrors)

Some time in the last 6 months, since I more or less retired, my scant hair has turned from a dirty mousey blonde to grey. No elegant Reid Richards silver temples here, just a dull and lifeless grey over my whole damned head. Yes, it has been a rough few months, but HOLY SHIT YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO AGE THAT FAST!

Who do you see to demand a recount?

Don’t feel old. In my head I am still about 20. Even though my morning run has degenerated to a vigorous walk and I now bench press a baby rather than an adult, I ain’t old.

Shit. Who the hell am I kidding?

Me, hopefully.