Ok, so clearly i've drunk too much tonight...
I remember, aged 17, listening to bowie, on a walkman the size of a brick, sing 'who wants to be alive when you're 25?' and thinking wow thats some years away. Except now, in a few weeks, i' m suddenly 20 years past 25.
I'm the lightest, by far, i've ever been in my adult life. I' m the fittest i' ve been. i'm surfing the best i ever have.
So why the f@ck am i so hung up on feeling that i'm 'middle aged'? Surely that is a term our generation has rendered obsolete?

