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I was touched by the story about the woman who, on turning 60, decided to do 60 things she had never done before. Some were simple, such as tackling a sudoku, others more tricky, like getting on to Eggheads. But it struck me that what would be really helpful would be a guide to 60 things not to do before you die. I can think of plenty.

Go to Glastonbury. Why? Middle-class people wading through mud, looking at Bono, of all people, performing 200 yards away. And stinking loos. No thanks. Or a Star Trek convention. Please!

Buy a ticket for any film with a II, III or IV in the title, with the exceptions of Godfather II, or The Madness of George IV.

Queue overnight to get into Wimbledon and see half of the court where two unknowns are competing to be knocked out in the following round. Join the Last Night funsters standing near the front at the Proms. Toe-curlingly awful.

Run the London Marathon in a wacky costume. Give the money direct to charity instead. See any play or musical based on an old film. Go to a timeshare demonstration in a hotel by a midge-infested Scottish loch. Wear jeans when you are already fat, and old.

I could go on, and probably will.

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