Phil from sales and I met this morning in the office kitchenette, where we discussed our plans for the weekend.
His involved little more than drinking with mates: the sort of thing I used to do most Saturdays when, like Phil, I was in my 20s.
"Now I'm older and married," I said, "and I go to relatives' 50th birthday parties".
"It's like you're already dead," he mock-snarled.
