So it was Phil's leaving do on Saturday, which was great as, not only could we send Phil off in drunken style, but it was an excuse for the old school gang to get together again. Most of us are in London anyway, but we rarely all get together at the same time, so this was a rare treat. And what struck me on the night, and the next day, was how well everyone is doing.
Everyone seems to be pretty happy. i don't necessarily mean in a spiritual or emotional deep inner contentment, whatever that may be, but in the sense that where they are in their lives at the moment - 26, with job, renting or buying, with or without girlfriend, in summer, seeing friends - is where they want to be, by and large. And I'm not sure what to make of that really, other than it's really quite good. It's good to see old school friends turn out well. it's good that they are where they want to be. And it seemed particularly fitting to the fine summer day we were enjoying in the exhibition of 21st century identity, insecurity and confidence that is hoxton square on the day of Damien Hirst's new exhibition.
The other interesting thing is that we're all doing very different things. If you were to go to a hobsons career directory (the sort i used to flick through in 2003, scared shitless that i had no idea which chapter i was going to spend the rest of my life in) there is pretty much each section covered, and a few that are not in there. Graphic design, accountancy, fashion, advertising, banking, teaching, photography. nice. Mr Maddy would be suitably impressed.
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