My late twenties have felt like a series of slow-motion epiphanies, each one sneaking up before slapping me in my newly acquired jowls. Everything I said I’d do ‘by the time I’m thirty’ as a glassy-eyed graduate is now in the ‘by the time I’m forty’ box.Much has been made of delayed adulthood of Gen Y'ers - that they flit from job to job and take their sweet time earning the traditional adult badges: marriage, children, a mortgage. But what makes this generation tick?In We’re All Going to Die (Especially Me), award-winning journalist Joel Meares reflects on the muddle of Gen Y existence with razor-sharp insight and riotous good humour. From ‘My hands are pretty, and little’ and ‘I can’t handle my drugs’ to ‘I am not a New Yorker’ and ‘I make an excellent bridesmaid’, Meares' essays are self-deprecating, confessional and rollicking good fun.For lovers of David Sedaris and Benjamin Law.