I turned 58 on Wednesday, the birthday spent in Wales like every other one since the 37th. Not that I’m a creature of habit. Keir Starmer, whose progress I like to keep an eye on because for a time 25 years ago we played five-a-side football against each other, turns 60 in three weeks. I casually mentioned this fact to my colleagues — almost all of whom in my immediate vicinity are female.
The teasing was brutal and prolonged. “Really? He looks much younger than you.”
“Yeah, Sir Keir is hot!”
“I can’t believe you’re two years younger than Keir. He’s in great shape.”
Sir Keir Starmer, 60 next month
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“Let’s Google a picture of Keir… Oh yes, he looks much better than you.”
And so on. And some men say
