I was 65 yesterday. I feel the same as ever, but Ireland has changed

I HAVE no intention of going anywhere. I’m grand. Fit as a fiddle. I’ve passed that point where, as comedian Billy Connolly says, every movement is accompanied by an involuntary groan, writes Fergus Finlay

But, apart from that, and that I have to carry two pairs of glasses everywhere, I have no complaints. Good to go for a while yet. I’m not ready for the gold watch, not by a long chalk.

I’m only saying all this, because, if you’re a friend of mine on Facebook (I must get around to meeting all my Facebook friends some day) you’ll have noticed that I’m passing through one of those milestones that used to be significant. I’m starting the long (I hope) journey into old age.