Whenever I talk about my work friend Jack to my regular friends, I refer to him as “my young friend Jack from work” because, at 25, he is a full 10 years younger than me, which feels important to recognise. Anyway, my young friend Jack recently invited me to join his midweek futsal team, an exciting update because I love both futsal and midweek activities.

Unfortunately, while signing up, something awful happened. The man behind the desk did a double-take at my date of birth and raised an eyebrow. “You belong in that........

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