The New Adult

The New Adult Being – YOUNG – Is not just a case of not having to rub in Two hundred and fifty Grams Of wrinkle-remover before you go to bed. Oh no. It’s being Just the right age to feel comfortable in pubs Getting smashed out of your head And not looking like some stupid kid And not looking like some old swinger. It’s swigging lagers And dragging on Marlboros It’s listening to John Peel And digging the scene, man. It’s heady days Immoral ways It’s still freaking to The Smiths in the Ritz. And everything’s legal when you’re 21. ‘Cept acid… In fact, no – happy times – to remember Just blackouts in the Hacienda. And the dipsomanic urge of Never Reaching 22.