The view from the Boom Boom Room at the Standard Hotel on Saturday night. Perhaps I felt a little old, a few years ago I’d have been jumping in those hot tubs underneath the biggest mirror ball in the world, with all my clothes on. Or, quite possibly off. However, fortunately for some, I left the topless, champagne-drinking to the blonde under 30’s. But, seeing as life begins at forty, I guess I’m just cruising for the last few months before it kicks off again. God. Tired at the thought of it.