I’m off. First to London, and then Bedford — this itty-bitty town — for a pair of days.

It’s part of my new regiment. You know, the whole, “You’re young, so you’d better party it up like it’s 1999.”

Except it’s not. It hasn’t been 1999-party-time for 7 years.

Shit. Who am I kidding. I wasn’t partying back then, either. Seven years ago, I was still eating paste and running around with safety scissors.