May 27, 2015
‘[H]ow does a generation rebel against parents who wear Converse and smoke weed and listen to Arcade Fire?’
Recently I have become Boring. The last-but-one holiday I went on was a group trip to Ibiza; it was mostly miserable, and I felt old and curmudgeonly, and the only thing I thought I hadn’t seen before was a naked woman on a trapeze firing lasers over a club crowd, out of a buttplug. It was time to rethink.