Remember those nights you stayed up til 4am, chatting aimlessly with your housemates about sweet FA, drinking cheap cider in a grimly-lit halls bedroom? We know, we know... that was so excruciatingly five years ago, and the mere thought of it now makes the inner walls of our stomach quiver. What happened to us? Where is that rampant party monster glugging discount booze on a weekday night, then heading to work or uni the next day, fresh as a daisy covered in Febreze? Well tell you what happened. You got old. You creaked into that midway point of your dearly beloved twenties and your maturity gauge flipped to bed before midnight level. Teenagers are now alien to you; we mean, who is this bae? What in the Lords name is on fleek and how do we do everything we physically can to avoid being it? Then theres the stuff we now love, crave, even lust over. Whod have thought wed be excited to go sofa-shopping at only quarter of a century on Earth? What devilry could possibly lure us into such terrifyingly mundane interests, when we havent even reached our third decade of existence?