Event

I've done the math: I'm halfway through. Of life. Statistically at least. Was that possibly the better half?

What's next, apart from menopause, poverty in old age and Botox subscriptions?
Marilyn Monroe was already dead at my age, Angela Merkel was still Environment Minister and I feel like I'm already too old for TikTok.
But it's not over yet, I'm still in the mood, the saving straw for me is still in a gin and tonic.

It's going to be a stand-up evening where we let our hair down together (just a little, of course, not like we used to. Nobody can do that anymore). It'll be like Taylor Swift, but without the songs. A very private clearance sale: everything must go! This evening is the starting signal for the second half and it better not be the better half!