My mate Des is a bit of a cool dude. He runs his own production company, works for Ministry of Sound and DJs around the world for HedKandi.
He also drives a flash BMW and lives in a trendy minimalistic bachelor pad.
But as he celebrates another year on this planet, I’ve noticed that he is slowly turning into me.
In his garden lush grass replaces the zero maintenance shingle, complemented by hanging baskets.
He now owns a cat that he adores and humanises and has taken to wearing slippers around the house to protect the carpet.
Maybe my calming influence is rubbing off on him. Perhaps I’m not so ‘square’ after all?