I woke up this morning and realised that it’s exactly two months until my 40th birthday. As I mentioned last week I’m not a fan of ‘before 40’ lists BUT I am now aware of the clock ticking on my 30s and it feels important. Important to do things so I feel brilliant at 40. Suddenly I find myself at a certain age. Hence the pic – I was clearing some stuff out for the car boot and found these. Student cards, and one fake ID! Turns out a couple of decades ago I was desperate to b

A shorter musing this week after the rambles about dad rock. I am thinking of getting a tattoo when I turn 40. Now I am not ‘pro’ 40th bucket lists. I find them a little bit cheesy. No judgement on those who do them, but personally I don’t like to see 40 as an age to tick things off a list as if it were on a par with the approach of the end of life. But a tattoo, well it’s such a stereotypical 40th thing to do and actually I am wondering whether to indulge myself. A few years

I’ve been thinking about writing about my musical taste since I was in New Zealand. Now after two weekends of brilliant gigs (Green Day, Elbow and Killers – oh, and Tears for Fears!) in Hyde Park, plus getting over GlastoFOMO, I think 'tis time to talk about my embarrassing musical taste and why I don’t want to be embarrassed about it any more. So, in New Zealand, The Boyfriend and I spent the last week of our trip driving around the South Island. When I had wifi in a hotel,