Am I too old for the next big thing?

When it comes to culture, I consider myself a first adopter. I get in early. I take a view. I go to the cinema on opening weekends. I get to the theatre when the previews are on. I’m up to speed on the fungi apocalypse and Pedro Pascal. I like to think I know what’s going on.

But lately, I’m getting rather sloppy. I’ve found myself behind the curve. Seasons of Yellowstone are still sitting waiting. I’ll never grapple with The Mandalorian. These are tiny oversights in the bigger picture of my failing cultural savoir faire. Last week, at the fashion shows in Paris, I cowered in ignorance as a new cultural colossus took its place centre stage.