The latest issue of FHM landed with a thud on the door mat couple of weeks ago. With it came the realisation that I’m getting to that fearful transitional stage of not necessarily feeling old, but certainly of not feeling young either. I don’t know whether this is down to the lack of decent sleep over the last ten months or so and if, once Dylan stops yelling in the night, I’ll feel sprightly again. But I’ve had my suspicions that I’m at the start of a strange journey for a while and this confirmed it.
You see, this issue included the annual 100 Sexiest Women supplement. And I’ve got no idea who half of them are, including the winner! Oh dear. In my defence, I only subscribed to the magazine because it came with a free Xbox game. I don’t read much of it at all aside from a quick leaf through it when it arrives.
Annoyingly, I don’t like the game much either – although it affords the player a wonderful virtual tour of Rome, but causing me to reminisce about places Kate and I visited on our honeymoon probably wasn’t the intention of its programmers. So now I have a magazine I don’t read and a game I don’t play. Marvellous.
Maybe the above can be dismissed with the possibility that most of the top 100 I didn’t know are from the likes of Big Brother, have got up to something naughty with a Premier League footballer or maybe even a combination of the two.
How about this other evidence though? For the last six months, I’ve been on a quest for the perfect pair of slippers. I’ve also developed a habit of dozing off in front of the telly. If that’s not enough, I shout at people who cycle on the pavement and would also like to live in Eastbourne one day. Ha! See?
There are benefits to all of this though. For example Dylan absolutely loves it when we do impressions of Harry Enfield’s Old Gits. Apparently it’s the funniest thing in the world at the moment – along with us pretending to cry when he’s gone to town on our faces with his tiny but powerful nails. Another is that, thanks to his new-found love of the theme tune, I’m getting back into Thomas the Tank Engine. Fingers crossed that Lego, Subbuteo and a bit of classic jumpers for goalposts in the park will follow suit. So maybe I will soon emerge from this tiredness rejuvenated. Let’s hope!
How about you? Being a parent is undoubtedly knackering, but how old or young does it make you feel?