One of the cool things about being 43 is that you begin to start making peace with a number of things that you will probably never be. For example, it's highly unlikely at this stage that I will be a supermodel or triathlete, and in a similar vein my being a dad window also feels like it may have expired. Fortunately, I was approached by an organisation on Grindr last year enquiring if I was interested in being a porn star so that doesn't appear to be a ship that has sailed - yet. I know that a great many people only achieve their finest life's work much later in life (people harp on about Anthony Hopkins coming into his fame well after coming into his first grey pubes) so I don't feel like I'm past my sell by date by any means. I just appreciate some of the pressure being lifted. I mean, the responsibilty of being the next tech billionnaire doesn't seem to be a burden that I will have to bear. It's all still very exciting and mysterious, my future....