Brooklyn Beckham turns 17
I'm going to show my age here but I remember Brooklyn being born very clearly.
Spice fever was still running through my veins as a 10-year-old fan, and of course, back in those days (not quite the Victorian times, but nearly), allegedly naming your child after the place you conceived him got quite a bit of attention. Most people - apart from the Jacksons and the Geldofs - just called their child Louise or Darren.
So it's with an odd sort of motherly concern that I turn my thoughts to his driving future. Well, you didn't think I'd gone completely off message, did you?
Brooklyn Beckham is a boy who probably won't be saving up money from his Saturday job for his driving lessons. That said, he's a boy with - from what I see from over here in Normal Town - fairly strict and sensible parents. Let's hope that, together, they decide against charging through his learning so he can be on the road in a couple of months.
Direct Line recently paid for vlogger Alfie Deyes to take his test after just 4 days of training. Four days? Surely anyone knows that's barely enough time to get to grips with a lawn mower, let alone a tonne of hurtling machinery?
If I were the sort of girl to be invited round to the Beckhams' for a coffee (served up with some fresh pastries made by family friend Gordon Ramsay), I'd advise Brooklyn and his parents to go the 'normal person' route.
How amazing would it be if Brooklyn learns the way most of us have to: the hard way? The hard way is hard because it's thorough and gives you the experience you need to make good decisions on the road. It's the way we should all learn.
So, happy birthday Brooklyn - I'll be watching. No pressure mate.