We are witnessing the death of the millennial hipster – and it could cost the travel industry dear
I am suffering from a strange new Millennial affliction. Pulled pork gives me indigestion. Ironic T-shirts make me sick. Selfies have become an embarrassing practice from my near-youth, along with wearing too much kohl and advocating red-hot socialism. I no longer find exposed-brick cocktail bars cool – just cold.