Spinning around: how I became a rave DJ


‘Can I have a set of decks?’ Not the usual middle-aged Christmas present request, I’ll admit. My husband raised an eyebrow. “Bit of a gear change from Elemis face creams and Diptyque candles …” Yet despite the ensuing flurry of jokes about gravers (old-age ravers) and midlife crises (shouldn’t that involve a man, a blonde and a Porsche?), Santa delivered.

Instead of being surrounded by small boxes from Selfridges, I had one huge box from Pioneer, one of the biggest manufacturers of DJ equipment. For most women in their fifties, it’s all about the latest menopause therapies, empty nesting and extreme facials. For me, becoming a DJ has been an unexpected, exciting and rejuvenating career pivot (I own my PR business). I mean, who becomes

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