As I age, there are loads of things I want to do, but none are the kinds of bland, commodified ‘adventures’ that these lists imply As I age, there are loads of things I want to do, but none are the kinds of bland, commodified ‘adventures’ that these lists imply N o, I don’t want to smoke a cigar in Havana. I don’t want to go hot-air ballooning in the Serengeti, nor skydive naked from a microlight plane in Costa Rica. I don’t have a bucket list. And I wish people would stop asking me if I do. I’