From the editor: Growing pains

Getting older. We’re all doing it. Passing ‘sage’ advice on to the next generation, berating the next generation, and hearing the next generation complaining about how they’re getting older. Is there ever a time when we actually believe that we are young? Even at school I remember being told that we weren’t in kindergarten now and that we’d better buck up and grow up. And feeling a longing for those days of colouring in and learning cursive letters. Wasn’t it better in the old days when we didn’t have to do maths and learn the capitals of countries around the world we could barely pronounce, let alone envisage? Let’s here it for pre-school nostalgia!

Of course, it’s ridiculous. We are all getting older, but there are also always people that are older than us. I saw a comedian this week speak of how they were reflecting upon their life and what they wanted to achieve now that they had reached thirty. Comic and writer Richard Herring has developed something of an institution for birthday-decade-marking shows with ‘Oh F**k, I’m Forty’, recently followed by ‘Oh Frig, I’m Fifty’. I doubt anyone would take any bets against an ‘Oh Sugar, I’m Sixty’ turning up in ten years’ time, reflecting upon how little he knew at fifty and how life was so sweet back then.

In this city more than probably anywhere else, we are young, we seize the day, and regardless of how many years we’ve spent alive we keep exploring. Here, Halloween is not just for the small wee things escorted around the neighbourhood trick or treating – it takes over EVERYWHERE.

Keep making new fantastic memories and stop harking back to the older ones. They weren’t better, they’ve just acquired a sepia tint. And you can add that with a filter on your phone.

Victoria Nangle
editorial@thelatest.co.uk