When I turned 30, we had a big party and blew a couple of joints and it all seemed fine. When I turned 40, I sulked for 2 years before reluctantly acknowledging the effluxion of time. When I turned 50, I thought it had a kind of cachet to it, and I was fine.  I’m about to turn 60 and I don’t yet know how I will handle it.  So this blog is part of the process: of working out how to turn 60 with grace, realism and maybe even a bit of panache; of what’s working and what’s not; and of indulging in one of my favourite pastimes – giving gratuitous and unsolicited advice.

David Rowan White