One of the certainties in life as you get older is that you will see the line-up announcements for all the big music festivals, and you will recognise less and less of the names as time goes by, and you can feel your grip on the latest culture slipping away in real time.
It's okay. It's very normal. One day you'll look at the line-up for Coachella and be stoked that you recognise more than half a dozen names, and some festival will roll into your home town, and all the headline acts will be complete mysteries.
You can try your best to keep up with it all, but it slowly gets away on you.
I've found the best way to deal with it is to try to have fun with it, and I've found a guaranteed way of doing that - whenever I see the list of bands, I read them in my head as if they are being said by Alap Partridge.
It's very easy to do, even if the only person who can actually do the voice properly is the mighty Steve Coogan. You can tell which ones would be read with Alan's baffled amusement, or just completely mangled by him. Even the most genuine and earnest band names can come out as hilarious with a dose of the Partridge absurdity.
It doesn't make me any younger, but it turns a reminder of the unending grind of mortality into something a little bit funny, and I'll take that as a win.
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