There's a chance I'm getting older. I might like to pretend I'm not but time keeps passing and getting older seems to be the done thing. In fact, in the not too distant future time will pass one of those days that result in me having to learn to count a little higher. Because of this my sister even sent me an email to discuss various matters about that horrible day which will soon steal another precious year of my life. In my already fragile state I noticed the advert Google's super-duper algorithm which has no flaws decided was relevant to the conversation:

I'll be twenty-friggin'-eight! 28! Now I know that's a lot closer to 50 than it is to being born but could we maybe wait until I've managed to get past 30 without slitting my wrists before we start gloating about the old decaying fool I am.

I don't care what Google tells you all - I am not 50 yet, nor am I planning to be for a while yet. Evil I tell you, evil!