A guest post by Nana Wereko-Brobby (www.socialconcierge.co.uk)
There’s a fantastic Irvine Welsh novel called ‘Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs’ situated in a boozy Edinburgh with a character called Skinner whose heavy drinking is destroying his life. His girlfriend leaves him, his job is compromised and he’s constantly in bloody skirmishes. Putting him to shame is his work colleague, and self-assigned nemesis, Kibby, who is nauseatingly clean living; he collects trains, plays computer games and drinks Horlicks. Putting the world to rights, Skinner decides to place a hex on Kibby. For every alcohol-fuelled battering Skinner’s body takes, Kibby will feel the effects. As Skinner wastes himself in whiskey dens, waking up hangover free, Kibby’s health takes a major hit. It’s a cruel trick that leaves Skinner enjoying a Dorian Grey- like existence of being relentlessly dissolute without the physical consequences. What a thought.
Continue reading Metaphysical Hangover, huh?
It would be just plain silly to suggest that there wasn’t truly excellent work about being a 20something before Lena Dunham came along. Welcome to the stage: This Life. If you are feeling all angstytwenties (or just in the mood for some wonderfully resonant TV) then I implore you to watch this BBC gem. This Life introduced Andrew Lincoln (playing wannabe sports writer Egg) and kick-ass barrister Anna (who goes to pupilage interviews in a LEOPARD PRINT FUR COAT) to the world. As if that weren’t enough it features faded denim straight leg Levis, oversized men’s shirts and references to Blind Date.
Continue reading Before Girls, and this blog, there was ‘This Life’.
Apparently, 20somethings are having a moment. Well, it’s about damn time. This moment needs to turn into much, much more than that. More 20somethings need to talk about the fact that this can be a terrible decade, discuss why, and throw out some life rafts of useful hope so that we may all survive until our 30s come to the rescue.
Continue reading The Great 20s Myth