A few weeks ago I turned the grand old age of 30. Did I have a total blowout, waste thousands of kroner on beer and take the next week off work? No. I had a nice relaxing weekend, tried lobster for the first time and turned up to work on Monday with absolutely nothing having changed. But rewind a few years and I remember my panic upon turning 25, the realisation that I was closer to 30 than my teenage years and that my life was passing me by. … [Read more...]