This is how to do a midlife crisis

What I love about the whole midlife crisis thing is the maths. I thought I was having one a decade ago – I was talking about dying my hair blond again, taking up golf and finally, definitely writing a novel – which was a worry, because it suggested I was going to die at 80. Today, as the mumblings of another midlife meltdown rumble beneath me in the suggestive shape of a Harley-Davidson, I’m much happier to calculate that if this is the real thing, I’m likely to live beyond 100.