So here I am lying in our insanely big Soho Haus bed in Berlin. 2 hours before your birthday. Alone. Alone because you saw a poster in Berlin’s gay district for a “Dark Side Party” and rued the moment that you decided not to bring your light sabre. But nevertheless you set off into the night determined to bring some Sith realness to the party with a childlike enthusiasm and optimism that, if it could only be bottled could potentially save the world. It certainly saved