and making rude signs at bad or inconsiderate drivers. Sod 'em. Life's too short to let pillocks wind me up.

Oh, and the grey pubes were a bit of a giveaway, too.

Whenever I pick things up.

* Hair starts sprouting where it didn't before and in places I didn't even know I had.

* Unexplained aches and pains are a daily occurrence.

* I talk to myself in public and don't care if other people can hear me.

* I don't just think that the 1970s was the best decade for popular music; I know it was.

* Simple pleasures assume an ever-increasing significance for me.

* I talk regularly to the toads in my garden pond.

* I read far more than I used to but feel I'm more ignorant of things than ever.

* My memory seems to have gone on strike or has quit working altogether.

I'm 50 today.

Thanks, are you aware that it's Albert Einstein's too?That's all I have in common with him though!

Teenagers look like children. In my twenties, they still reminded me of *me*.

Happy Birthday, have a good one (:-)

but I am already suffering many of the afflictions mentioned on here.However I do still rage at drivers although less frequently so will hopefully cease in time. Getting to this significant decade of birthdays I find myself getting much more sentimental about things and crying at films all the time. I feel much more sympathetic to the plight of others which is a good thing. Oh and my daughter now tells me I look old and have eyebrows the size of Jupiter (her words not mine).

last year and oddly, feel a lot more relaxed now and am probably happier with my lot than I was in the past - no point in raging too much anymore about things you cannot do anything about.

I think of a sentence in my head, then start to write it down and find there's a hole in the middle where the verb should be. I lost 'to attribute' for about half an hour this morning.

I also forgot the word 'chickpea' for weeks on end once. They're damn hard to describe when you don't know their name.

Certainly the aches and pains.

Like Steve I seem to cry easily these days.

Trying to value things more - giving the mundane it's beautiful due to quote and learn from Updike.

Hoping that this year will bring the kidney transplant I need - maybe that'll get me feeling a bit younger.

...not just a question of attitude, I look like him too. But only in photographs. Weird, I used to look like my mum. Nothing weird about looking like your dad, of course, except when it happens after you've looked like someone else for decades.

I'm currently at home recovering from my third cartilage op in fifteen months. My advice would be don't get on your hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor as that accounted for two of the four tears that I've had.

I used to scoff and refuse to buy my dad "Long Johns" when he put them on his Xmas list every year...now I have succumbed and wear my Uni-Qlo Heat Tech's to every evening footie game over the winter. I've also joined my Dad in not having a pint or two before the match as I spent more time running to the loo and missing goals. I now eagerly join him in his flask of coffee (with a "wee dram") and glare and tut loudly at people who keep getting up from their seats to go to the loo during the match.

My favourite venue, or to be precise favourite spot at a venue, is upstairs level 1 balcony of the Shepherd's Bush Empire. Nice comfy seats where you can sit with your pint with an exellent view of the band and all the youngsters down in the "mosh-pit".

My back goes out more often than I do.

Just 40, put my back out last week and strained to have a shower yesterday, was horrified to find I wasn’t able to wipe recent haircut hair from my shoulder, then saw that it wasn’t haircut hair and was new hair growing from my shoulder, thought pah I don’t care anyway, went downstairs, instructed 6 year old to turn down the horrible Abba cover version, I had forgotten to get dressed, hobbled back upstairs to get dressed, admired the distant tree beyond the estate, and the shed, wondered what the weather was like for the weekend and thought to myself life’s too short to listen to music that wasn’t made in the 70s..

A man's only as old as the woman he feels.

And you may find yourself ...in the Blue Harbour section of Marks & Spencer thinking, hmm that looks comfy.

..know or care what's in the music charts. However, not sure if this is due to the advancing years or the quality of current music.
Happy Birthday Stevie. 'You're older than you've ever been / and now you're even older!'