Life has been a funny old thing, and although 50 these days is half way through life, it still gets you to being reflective, especially when you see others get tagged much like a giant game of British bulldog, which I used to enjoy at Parkdale primary, they had a big net ball court set out, that was a perfect size with two large semi circles at each end as places to run too and from. Anyways, I always was one of the youngest in class, so come September the first lot of folks from school days will be holding their bats aloft and saluting the crowds as they reach their half century. Can not say