The fact that I'm referencing Steve Miller should be a subtle indication of my actual age (as opposed to my playing age which still hovers at 29). With that, I'm glad I've got this new Michael Kors watch to keep an eye on the slippery beast that is time.
For instance, there's a nasty rumour circulating that today is my birthday. Pah! Try telling that to the portrait in my attic.
But seriously, if time is taking me hostage, I may as well channel my inner Patty Hearst (minus the AK-47) and embrace the closet rebel. I always thought I'd look good in a beret.Oh, the delicious prospect of ageing disgracefully!