Don't be fooled by the boyish good looks at the top of the page, dear reader… today I celebrate my 53rd birthday.
Yep, in much the same way I’d celebrate getting my hair cut by Boris Johnson’s barber.
Three years ago, I tried telling anyone who’d listen that 50 is the new 30 - but it never worked. Particularly with those two traffic cops on Merry Street in Motherwell.
