VIEWPOINT
Jeremy Paxman
As mornings come round ever more frequently for our columnist, he considers how we perceive the passing of time as we get older
'Twenty minutes isn't a very long time,' said my mother in a voice resigned to the injunctions of cookery books. I forget which act of juvenile braggadocio had brought on my sneering at the length of time to which our teachers at my new school could sentence us to stand in the corner.
Time passed very slowly in those days and the second hand seemed to take an eternity to tick off one minute. Nowadays, you've hardly finished whatever it is you're doing when time is up.