It certainly is

I shit myself at every internal ache and pain these days. A couple of years back (pre 40) I just worried about wrinkes and less hair.

Think I posted this last year but in the space of a week or so days last June 3 of my friends died in their 40s. 1 brain tumour (40), 1 stomach cancer (my boss of 15 years, aged 49) and 1 cancer spread (41, her third bout of cancer since she was 36 having beaten it twice)

The latter two had young children. It's a fucker and puts everything into perspective.

There's 16 of us actually going to Manchester this weekend to celebrate my former bosses, what would have been, his 50th birthday