How many of you contemplate going out to enjoy a weekend? How many then investigate the wardrobe and then change your mind?
I’m 24 years old and every time I debate whether I fancy a night out I do this routine and end up curled in a ball on the sofa feeling aged and checking for thinning hair. What’s wrong with me? When I was 21 I was a religious clubber and everyone seemed around my age which justified my going out. I went out to Oceana a few months back and I felt like the oldest person in the room. The girls were literally girls, and the men were still competing over who can grow facial hair. I felt like I had attended a children’s birthday party. Since when did I become too old to go clubbing?