Digested week: The era of the big night out is over. Finally a world remade to suit me

Young people are admitting that going out is awful. Plus, is it the end for Gwyneth Paltrow's vaginal maintenance empire Goop?

Today I begin three days of being locked in a tiny, soundproofed, windowless room, alone except for a book. In so many ways, it is the dream. The only flaw is that the book is one I wrote and I have to read it aloud into a microphone so that it may be recorded and turned into an audiobook. So really, it's three days of continuous talking and of periodically hearing your voice played back to you so that you can hear where you went wrong. In other words, the nightmare.