I’ve been invited to quite a few 50th birthday parties this year and am thinking about what to do next year when I reach that milestone too. It’s got me thinking…when you were a kid, what did someone of 50 look like to you? To me, someone of 50 years old was ‘almost old’; they weren’t quite my nan – white/grey bubble perm, beige slacks and a dab of Parma Violet Eau de Cologne behind the ears (even though, like most of our nans, mine seemed to look like that from 35 onwards). But 50 definitely wasn’t skinny jeans, converse, leopard print coats, flowing locks, a sprinkling of glitter and a red lip either. Fifty was the lull before the bed-bath. And now?