Years ago, when I still worked for other people, I was talking about the legendary grumpiness of a colleague and one of his admirers said 'You don't know what he's been through.' As if that was an excuse. And I thought: 'You don't know what I've been through either.' And then I thought: 'Show me someone who's got the the age of 40 who hasn't had bad things happen to them and I'll show you someone who hasn't lived.'
Shit happens. We're all survivors, one way or the other. And you could call Viv Albertine's memoir the story of a survivor. Except that would be a) very '80s and b) a cliche.
I used to work in the music business. Now I have a normal job. I used to live in an edgy, arty northern city. Now I live in middle England. I used to be young. Now I'm starting to show my age...
I am actually still the same person.
Some say that middle age is a journey. Sometimes, going through your forties - or turning fifty - feels more like a roller-coaster. But just tell yourself this: I may be old, but I saw all the cool bands.