The first sign of aging is not losing your hair or your memory, but your hand-eye co-ordination. That’s why most athletes peak in their mid-20s. (Sure you have the occasional freaks like Roger Clemens who go on forever, but they’re freaks.)

My aging was brought into bright light yesterday when I first tried Space Force: Rogue Universe, a game I’m reviewing. Three tries at the first mission (introduced with interminable cutscenes and treacle so thick it would stop a bullet) and I’ve only reached the point where I am willing to admit I am too old and too unschooled for this sort of thing at the moment. Maybe I should be a trader instead of a policeman.

“How do I get to Jump Station Alpha?”
“Practice.”