I’ve been a bit fed up lately, brooding about aging, loss, lost opportunities and the general horribleness of the universe. Today, sitting in front of the netbook, I was pondering death creeping ever closer like that swinging scythe in The Pit and the Pendulum. Clenching my teeth, I shouted out my age in frustration. Hearing this, my mother reminded me that I was actually two years younger than I had thought I was. I had forgotten! Now, either I’ve gained two extra years of life (brilliant) or I’m going doolally.