SITTING next to Sue Johnston, the long-suffering wife of Jim Royle in The Royle Family sitcom at last week's Champions League semi-final between Chelsea and Liverpool, I asked her what she was doing when she was my age, 25.
She said: "I was working as a rep in Farnham, Surrey, and going through a divorce."
We continued talking and almost as if she was talking in character, she turned to me with that familiar worn out, frazzled look of despair and said: "Life can change on a sixpence, just enjoy being young. You must enjoy being young."
Having given this some thought, I'm still unsure what she meant.
Did she mean I should stop wasting my life at the gym, stop trying to please mother by making sandwiches of an evening and reading book after pudding, and instead get out there, swing round lampposts, try and kiss girls, get drunk, buy 20 ciggies and put two youthful fingers up to the world?
I discussed this with my friend, Josh, in the pub after the game and then again in the Lebanese kebab house and concluded that one fork leads to boredom, the other, to chaos. We agreed that we had just wasted more of our youth by pondering the dilemma and that urgent, decisive action was necessary.
Josh has since decided that the 'boredom' fork is the only way forward and has set up a self-help group called Maturity Through Abs
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