One of the anxieties about getting older is an increasingly tendency to suffer from 'Seyler's Disease': a condition which occurs when you are so old that no one in the business in which you notionally work - for me, writing and broadcasting - any longer knows who you are.
In my case it's so bad that I frequently dream that I am, in fact, dead but that no one's got around to burying me yet!
I've named this curious state of affairs (or stage of life) after ATHENE SEYLER, CBE, veteran actress of numerous plays, films and TV appearances and sometime President of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art.
It is said that Miss Seyler (right) once arrived at the BBC for an interview and was collected from reception by a young secretary who was clearly unaware of the extent of the actress' career.
"So, Miss Seyler," she said, making conversation in the lift, "what else have you done?"
Athene Seyler looked at the child and replied in a vaguely puzzled tone: "Do you mean this morning?"