Whilst Iâ€™m not yet in my dotage, I have, several times, noticed that I am the eldest in the room, in whatever meeting it is I am attending.
Over the past year, the fact that I am older than most of those around me, has become more apparent to me.
Not because I am hobbling about or because I canâ€™t get up the stairs â€“ Iâ€™m still quite sprightly in that regard â€“ but usually something that Iâ€™ll say in conversation, will draw blank looks.
This happened yesterday whilst I was in a meeting. Presenting a spreadsheet up on the large screen, I said â€œâ€¦ now if we scroll downâ€¦ down, down a bit furtherâ€¦ down down, deeper on downâ€¦. then we get to this sectionâ€¦â€
â€œNever had you down as a Quo fanâ€, said my boss, who, whilst being younger than me, is at least of the same generation.
The young girl – and when I say â€˜youngâ€™, I mean twenty-something – seated next to him looked confused.
â€œStatus Quoâ€, I said to her, â€œYou must have heard of Status Quoâ€.Â She shook her head.
Every time this happens, I feel a little older and a step nearer to the Wurtherâ€™s Originals.
Tony Hancock; Anne Diamond; Alma Cogan; floppy disks; CHiPs; Catweazel; and more, are all things or people that I have mentioned in conversation, that have drawn looks of non-comprehension and I can kind of understand that.
But not knowing theÂ Quo?
Now I feel really old.