millionreasons | Drinking cheap wine to bossa nova, you’re a supernova in the sky

When you’re 30-odd, your social life starts to consist of barbecues, talking about house prices and babies. We do all three as, despite the best efforts of GWT to stop us, we venture over to Maidenhead for the after-show of Dom and Jen’s baby naming ceremony. Have a lovely p.m. drinking Pimms and white wine and peculiar brandy & port combinations before rushing back to London.

We sprint down Kingsland Road, turning off onto an unprepossessing residential street, looking for the restaurant. “It must be there where that man in black is standing,” hazards Dave and it turns out not to be Johhny Cash but DJJohn; Marisa’s birthday party is hiding in the special back room. Fresh rolls (raw spring rolls), noodles, pancakes, tofu and battered banana are consumed with iced coffee and beer and then we walk through the balmy evening to the Garage where DJ is DJ-ing a trad.80s indie set (Joy Division, Pulp, the Smiths, Buzzcocks, Violent Femmes, the Cure, Stone Roses) and some of that young persons stuff (really, the Arctic Monkeys are a terrible waste of time) and it’s nice to forget about mortgages and (pretend to) feel young once more.