When I was in my teens and twenties, older people told me that they were exhausted just watching how I lived my life. I careered through my youth in a fog of football matches, protest marches, pubs, clubs and raves. I treated sleep as an inconvenience and I’d increasingly arrive home at daylight, not quite sure how the evening ended or where that bruise came from. 

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‘Wait until you’re our age,’ oldies would say. ‘You’ll slow down too. Then it’ll be your turn to look at the young with bewilderment.’ 

Well, I did the slowing down part. After we were all locked down in 2020, I never fully unlocked again. I still go out from time to time when it seems impossible to avoid it but given the choice I’ll happily spend an evening pottering about at home in clothes that could generously be described as ‘post-sexual’. I gave up alcohol years ago.  

But I’m not at all bewildered by younger........

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