Is there a point in your 30s where you just suddenly start falling for any fucking idiotic fad the papers make up?
Juknow what I mean?
Liek, that cunty T Mobile ad "I arrange bring-your-own-dinner parties! Staying in is the new going out!"
It just seems that every day London Lite has some new shiny waste-of-time wankfest...a new gormless social shrine to desperation and the blurb always starts something like "Arabella, a 30 year old marketing manager from Clapham found herself getting bored with the traditional dating game..."
At what point in your thirties do you turn into such a needy mug?