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I wondered how many songs mentioning ages were in any way relevant to my life. I think I’d better own up to Dancing Queen at seventeen.  Even though I was still at school, I was aware of which direction my longings were pulling me. I’m not convinced if I was “tragically hip” at 38, and I’m pretty convinced that I had no need for a death cab for cutie at 60. One song that’s haunted me for years is the classic “When I’m 64” from the Beatles, and tomorrow I will reach that milestone. So, it’s time to take a look at those lyrics and see just how I have fared.  I have lost a little hair with a classic bald patch starting to show through in the middle, but at the moment lockdown has more than taken care of that, giving me a full head of tonsorial pleasure. I did get a Valentine, and I’ve already had birthday greetings, and people who know me well remember that I gave up bottles of wine 22 years ago. I think there’s little chance with the current restrictions that I’ll be out until 2:45am, an