I drove to Faringdon in Oxfordshire to meet George. He'd recently celebrated his 100th birthday in a care home called Ferendune Court, and I was excited to meet my first centenarian. But as soon as I joined him in the dining room it was clear he was rather less impressed by me. As he polished off a generous portion of kippers, I sat awkwardly beside him. I didn't want to stare, but this was the oldest man I'd ever met, dressed neatly in shirt and tie, hair thick and tidy, eyes bright. I tried to introduce myself a couple of times but George was paying far more attention to his breakfast.

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