Mid-Life Crisis

My wannabee novel, mid-life crisis.


Chapter 1: beginning in a giraffe's cage

My mid Life Crisis began when I turned 40. Or, perhaps more accurately, when I was 40 years and one day old. It began in the giraffe compound at the zoo. At about 6.23 a.m. On a Tuesday.

Chapter 2 – Now we are 40

Somehow the conversation has culminated in this: Sting offering himself up as a chicken.

Chapter 4 – Chicken Run

Running a charity was becoming just like being a student, or my early years as a music journalist: a drunken stagger from one day to the next, with no coherent link between the two.