Last week, the day after my 34th birthday, I decided to take a break from Twitter, which I’ve used almost daily for 10 years. It’s not an easy thing to switch off.
The concept of the mid-week accidental boozy dinner never really went away. But in this shiny new 30-something world where midweek evenings are all about scrolling through your phone, weekends are the domain of Events (with a capital “e”), and ‘catching up’ is reduced to 10 minutes of rushed speed-dating style Q&As conducted while following the host into kitchens, gardens, toilets, or towards front doors, they’re more important than ever.
If you’ve had a less than brilliant day at work, here’s where to go instead of going home, putting on The Bodyguard, and getting into bed. Although getting into bed does sound kind of good, to be fair.