I was 15 when Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band was released, perhaps the most influential music album ever. It changed, forever, how popular music was conceived, recorded and played, and of course I listened to it and within a month of its release, knew it pretty much by heart, including Paul singing the jokey little song on side two, When I'm Sixty Four . when I get older, losing my hair, many years from now.... At 15 I could not conceive of being 64. I had worked out that I would be 48 at the turn of the Millennium and was greatly disappointed by that prospect, in that I would be far too old to enjoy all of the amazing wonders (flying cars, space travel, ray guns) that the Twenty First century was bound to bring. And today it's here. My 64th birthday. I looked in the mirror when I took my shower and a sort of bristly, balding, scarred, heavy old man looked back. And was mighty pleased to do so. If it wasn't for advances in medical...