Acting your age 18/9/2011
From here, it’s when you have to lean forward to clearly hear a question from your fellow passenger opposite, while not missing one chkka-chkka-chkka nauseating beat leaking from the ipod earphone belonging to the airhead punk across the aisle.
YOU know you’ve turned 50 when: that person in the hat cannot possibly be a pilot.
Your voice starts to have a tone, perhaps only slight, but there none the less, eof pompous authority.
Restaurants are suddenly very noisy.
You assess a good night’s sleep according to how many times you got up.
You lust after the cars/guitars/clothes of your youth.
The aforementioned cars and clothes of youth: