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I turn 60 and my children tease me – until they are reminded that they, too, are ageing

I may have a grey beard, but the wingèd chariot dawdles no more for them than it does for me.

My night out in Colchester

Also this week: the worst margarita of our lives, and Russia’s hot-dog rebels.

Why Glastonbury could do with a touch of snark

From festival coverage to nature documentaries, TV is so relentlessly cheerful that it brings out my inner curmudgeon.

How to live forever

Oliver Zolman, doctor to millionaires, on the science of longevity.

Penury is the mother of invention, so I now put dirt-cheap red plonk in the fridge

I am having to get by on £4.30 a day. This is, to put it mildly, sub-optimal.

I went to a party so magical it could have been a dream – and I didn’t disgrace myself

You know it’s going to be a cut above a standard summer barbecue when guests have a choice of two…