The Way We Were

As a glut of TV dramas romanticise our twenties, are we right to think the third decade of our lives is the best?

I began my twenties in a nightclub off the Euston Road in the autumn of 1998, and ended them 10,000 miles away in a restaurant overlooking Sydney Harbour. An awful lot happened in those ten years, though, truth be told, my thirties were probably more dramatic, and my forties are thus far, proving more interesting. But it’s my twenties that stay with me,…