I don’t know how old I am any more. I don’t know where I want to be. I’m not technically too old to be in a club, but I don’t want to be in a club. And I don’t want to stay in either. I don’t have anything you’re meant to have to stay in—no girlfriend or baby or pet or flat of my own. I don’t want to be on a night out and I don’t want to be on a night in. Where do I want to be?
