Friday is Five Times too Old
Well thirty-four seems little different to thirty-three, apart from the fact that it seems to involve a severe headache and an aversion to bright lights. What I need is a lunch and the King’s Wark and a couple of pints and I’ll be right as rain. Hopefully.
You’ll be blindly indifferent to know that after my back injury (yes, months ago) I am now finally feeling brave enough to go back to playing some gentle 5-a-side football again. It’s weird with backs – I’ve done some running, and it feels fine, but because I’m not all that confident it’s all still a bit stiff because it’s tough to actually let all the muscles in the base of your spine relax when you’re still a bit nervous that your spine might turn to jelly if you do.
Anyway, we’ll see. I won’t be pushing it that hard, that’s for sure, but it’s about time I got my lardy arse moving again and at least attempted to wheeze my way through an hour of physical punishment. Let’s face it, after thirty an hour’s worth of de-fitnetising takes weeks to claw back, so best not let it all get too out of control before I try and get back out there again.
So if I can brave the Scottish Winter in a pair of shorts, you can brave making your first comment. Why the fuck not, it’s Friday anyway, and everyone else will be talking total nonsense anyway, so why not take advantage of the de-lurking amnesty and get stuck in with a comment. It doesn’t have to be witty – mine won’t be – so there’s no pressure.
1. Which age was your favourite so far.
2. Which age did you fear most as a kid?
3. How old are you compared to how old your folks were when they had you?
4. What do you fear most about ageing?
5. And what are you looking forward to the most?
David Byrne – Glass, Concrete & Stone
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Randy Newman – Political Science
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1. 33 was a shitload of fun – in fact all of my thirties have been great, really. 23 was ace. I seem to recall 27 being pretty fun.
2. Never feared age in the slightest.
3. A couple of years older.
4. Adult. Fucking. Diapers.
5. Being an offessive twat seems to morph from irritating to endearing as people get older. Phew!
And there was me not knowing you were one year older…*hat tip* happy birthday!
1) Pretty happy right now, and have been since about 20 (I’m now 24). Prior to that I was I floated between either a trumped up view of my own importance or being awkward – switching pretty regularly.
2) 21 as I thought it meant being a full grown-up. It didn’t.
3) My Dad was 33 and my Mum 30, so a few years away yet.
4) Not being as mobile. Slow people frustrate me now, so I imagine I would be frustrated by myself. Well, that and turning conservative.
5) I’ll suit being a silver fox. All suave and sophisticated.
1. I quite enjoyed being three. It’s all been downhill since then.
2. For most of my childhood my dad was adamant that he would chuck me out of the house the day after my 18th birthday.
3. Younger by about ten years.
4. Losing teeth.
5. Being able to wear slippers all day.
I had to wear adult diapers once for a play in which I was baby Samson – yes that Samson (I was ~10 and all but naked on stage..shudder). I think I’m over my fear of them though.
How about your fear of being naked on stage?
1. all of it has been fun, but if pushed i’d say, 23, 27, 38-39!
2. 30…but it was easy.
3. my folks were 22 when i was born, i’m now 39…..it frazzles my brain!
4. other people’s expectations of what someone my age should be doing with my life….fuck you and go bother someone else!
5. dunno if i was looking forward to anything, but i do enjoy the increased confidence that has come with age.
1) 20 was pretty cool, I did a year out from uni and was effectively a student with cash….great combination
2) Any age when I may have to use an iron
3) Way older but then I was the product of a 1960′s 18th birthday party.
4) I agree with Matthew loss of functions scares me
5) Having time to read all the books I’ve been stashing …for later.
Yeah fear of nudity has never been much of an issue. Not really sure why – quite a naked family I suppose.
i’m going to love shitting my pants and having some pretty young lass cleaning it up!
1. Which age was your favourite so far.
Zero.
2. Which age did you fear most as a kid?
The Bronze age.
3. How old are you compared to how old your folks were when they had you?
Older. By about 5 years.
4. What do you fear most about ageing?
The void getting closer. I take some solace in the fact my atoms will be re-distributed into the ether but mostly ceasing to exist as a thinking, computer game playing, rollercoaster-loving human is a pretty big downer.
5. And what are you looking forward to the most?
Avoiding the void. Perhaps through some sort of consciousness transference into a digital world. A bit like Xbox but better.
1. Which age was your favourite so far.
Hmmm 22-24 I think.
2. Which age did you fear most as a kid?
Don’t think I feared age because I couldn’t quite comprehend it. I remember thinking 10 was pretty old!
3. They were 23, I’m now 26.
4. How old are you compared to how old your folks were when they had you?
Alzeimers. Not that I’ll know that I’ve got Alzeimers, but still.
5. And what are you looking forward to the most?
Alzeimers. Not that I’ll know I’ve got Alzeimers, but still.
1. 19. I don’t think I’ll ever be more self-absorbed or in shape again. It sure was great while it lasted.
2. 16. I was deathly afraid of being forced to drive myself places. Funny attitude for an American teen, really.
3. My mom was 38 and my dad 35 – I’ve got at least a decade.
4. Reliance on younger, more able people. I’ll probably just go all Clint Eastwood and defend my porch with a shotgun in response.
5. The ability to be a complete douchebag and have everyone say, ‘it’s ok, she’s just from a different generation’ and not get shit for any of it.
Well I fucked that up royally didn’t I? Perhaps I’m more of a geriatric than I realised.
1. 1-13, then a lot of angst for a good decade, then i moved to Edinburgh and the rest have been a blast!
2. I didn’t really – i was always dreaming of being a bit older, 17 so i could drive, 18 so i could go into pubs (without fear of ejection) etc. i do remember being about 7 and discussing with my friends how we would still be alive when the century ended and it freaked us out – i was only 21!
3. I am older – by my age they had been married for 6 years, had a 3 year old and a 1 year old. But i bet my life is more fun!!
4. I don’t really fear it, but am curious as to what age it is no longer acceptable to wear jeans and short skirts and dying my hair varying shades of red. I need to know when i need to hit BHS to pick up some pleated shin length polyester skirts and start listening to Andy Williams.
5. it has to be not working. but at 65, i guess afternoon drinking sessions are a no no….?
Happy Birthday by the way Matthew – Facebook did give me the head’s up, but you seemed to have a decent share of facebook messages, so i figured i’d wait and buy you a pint sometime!
1. It’s all been shits and giggles so far.
2. I haven’t ever been afraid about growing old but remember thinking that 30 seemed ancient, doesn’t seem that old now.
3. My mum was 30, my dad 29, I’m 26.
4. Constantly smelling like old cheese.
5. My beard turning grey, and going bald (going bald will allow me to develop a comb-over).
1. 23 or 34.
2. 65
3. About ten years older – which is frankly terrifying.
4. When stuff stops working
5. Bed
Dianna 5. The ability to be a complete douchebag and have everyone say, ‘it’s ok, she’s just from a different generation’ and not get shit for any of it.
My Gran used to swear like a trooper, shout at her neighbours, steal grapes from the supermarket and pick her cat up by the tail…. oh how we laughed!!!
My grandmother and her siblings are some of the craziest people in the world. But they’re old mow, so it’s just kinda sweet.
1. 19
2. 20
3. +1
4. +4s
5. 65 *
(* or whatever age the government bump retirement up to in the interim)
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1. I really enjoyed being 21, but then again who didn’t
2. 30 as it seemed so fecking old, nowadays it’s 40
3. my folks were 27 and 25, so I guess I am bit a older (31 now)
4. Dying!!!!!! Also, not being able to go to as many gigs, loads of my mates are disappearing off now to have babies and it makes me feel very old
5. Having someone wipe my arse for me
1. Probably 29-30
2. Didn’t and don’t fear any age.
3. My dad was 42 and my mum was 39 when they had me.
4. Nothing, if I get to old age I will be mightily pleased.
5. Playing domino’s in an old man pub all day.
1. I do recall having a pretty good time around the ages of 23-25, particularly when I used to play competitive football and run every day out of choice (I can’t believe I thought running for recreation every day was enjoyable – my life must have been empty), but the last 6 months of my life have taken a big turn in the positive direction, so I’ll go for 29.
2. When I was a kid, I really feared being in my 20s and I frequently dreamed about what sort of person I would be in my 20s and what I’d do for a living. Now I’m almost 30 and I still dream about what sort of person I’ll be when I grow up and what I’ll do for a living.
3. I’m 29, and I think my mum was 24 and my dad 26. Pretty frightening, by all accounts.
4. Not achieving what I want to achieve before it’s no longer physically or mentally possible.
5. Being an even grumpier old man, but being set within the right sort of age bracket.
1. The Bronze Age
2. 50
3. I’m 28 so still about 3 years short of my parents’ age.
4. Dementia/Alzheimers.
5. The moment when you’re old enough for all your quirks and bad habits to be reclassified as eccentricities!
I remember going out with a 31 year old for a while when I was about 23 or so and thinking it was very daring. Now it seems incredibly tame. Mind you I’ve been with Mrs. Toad for about six or seen years now and I’m still not as old y oldest ever girlfriend – I was a bit of a granny wrangler in my youth.
1. Which age was your favourite so far.
The year I turned 20 was great. I don’t think I’ll ever be quite as happy as I was that year.
2. Which age did you fear most as a kid?
I think the “fear age” moves forward at about the rate at which I age. Like, when I was fourteen, seventeen seemed old, when I was 21, 25 seemed old, now 30 seems like the next big benchmark.
3. How old are you compared to how old your folks were when they had you?
About the same age as my mum, my Dad was four years older.
4. What do you fear most about ageing?
Knee problems. I’m a runner.
5. And what are you looking forward to the most?
A bit of financial stability, not being at the bottom of the fucking professional pecking order, some goddamn respect (it’s been a rough week, haha).
Football’s weird actually because footballers age in dog years, so in my football team I’m like some sort of clumsy, overweight Gandalf figure despite still being pretty young. It’s an odd feeling.
i played a game of five-a-side not so long ago…..i think the term that comes to mind is decrepit!
needless to say i won’t be doing that again any time soon!
Matthew, I wouldn’t sign you in Football Manager. 33 is my limit. That’s experience. At 34 the legs have gone.
1. 23. Bit of a mad year which I’d be too old to cope with now.
2. I can remember thinking “I’m going to be 10 soon, and that’s really old” I think it was something about hitting double figues which freaked me out.
3. Oh my God I’ve just realised I’m about 4 years older than they were. And they weren’t exactly spring chickens by the standards of the seventies
4. Not being able to do all the things you take for granted now like running for the bus and stuff. Although when you’re old, where would you need to go in such a hurry anyway?
5. Not giving a shit. Oh, wait a minute, I don’t now either..
1) 4-years-old. I had a stellar Star Wars figure collection, I was totally bilingual, nap-time was mandated, and my sleeping bag smelt of home. The world was my oyster and my life has been in a steady decline since. Oh, and 29 was a good year.
2) 41 years old. Don’t know why.
3) Matthew I’m quite sure your answer to this question was wrong because I was going to write “a couple of years younger” too.
4) My ears going. Scares the shit out of me. And Alzheimer which rides through my family like the four horsemen.
5) What? Where am I? What were we talking about?
Euan, I don’t get these football manager games. They seem to me like sitting down of an eve and thinking “you know what, I’m going to do an excell spreadsheet”.
The phrase “granny wrangler” has enlivened my Friday afternoon no end..
Dav
And it’s best to think like that. They are like speardsheets made of delicious crack.
and your point is Dav?
Ben
Could you put it on your CV?
I was watching my mate play one of those Football Manager games, as he conscientiously filled out all the required credentials and studiously made selection after selection from endless lists and drop-down menus.
When he’d finished he clicked the start button to kick-off the game, and I said to him “When do you actually get to control the little men and make them run around and kick the ball and stuff?”
He, quite matter-of-factly, said “You don’t.”
I was like “What?! You take ages to set all that shit up then you just watch the screen update itself?!”
Fucking loony.
Dav, if you win the European Cup, League and Domestic cup competitions in one season on that game then not only could you put it on your CV but you should put it on your CV.
Rugby’s gay.
Tom – I pretty much stopped playing computer games after Aladdin on the Mega Drive (a,b,b,a,a,b,b,a). The spreadsheet games make no sense to me.
Euan, I’m sure someone’s adapted the football manager format and made a rugby manager game which is just as fucking pointless and dull.
1. Which age was your favourite so far.
19 maybe – the age of indestructible optimism. It’s underwhelming how things turn out.
2. Which age did you fear most as a kid?
Fear of an age was not my biggest concern as a kid, it’s a pretty big concern now though right enough. I feel now more than ever that time is running out. I feared nothing as a child I think. I get more worrisome as my years advance.
3. How old are you compared to how old your folks were when they had you?
Older than they were, they started at 28 and I’m now 32 with a wife that is not interested in babies for at least 2 years, which is fine by me cos many of my constant mates are now with child and it is a disturbance to say the least. I understand that 34 is now the average age for women to start giving birth – seems challengeable what with the number of teenage pregnancies and the incentives for early childbirth provided by the benefits system, but that’s what I heard – maybe it’s only applicable to a cross section of society. If it’s true I’m right on target – or at least my wife is.
4. What do you fear most about ageing?
The physicality of youth is a great thing, I love throwing myself around on a football pitch, so I think I fear getting trapped inside an ageing body while my head still thinks I can, and wants to, do all the sh*t I used to. Also, see my answer to the next point.
5. And what are you looking forward to the most?
I don’t think I’m looking forward to anything that much. I can only see doom and gloom in the future: I am genuinely concerned about what the future holds, not from a personal perspective but from a global one. Population explosions, sustainability, natural resources, disease, water and food shortages and cannibalism are all things I think briefly about before I get overwhelmed and bury my head in the sand again. Note that I met the billionaire recently on whom the character of Montgomery Burns is based (no sh*t) and he opined that the most chilling thing about the future is the return of cannibalism which he sees as a likely occurrence of the population explosion (6 billion now and 13 billion by 2050 apparently) and resulting food shortages. It seems unlikely as we sit here today but who knows…
Turnip you could at least have mentioned ‘granny wrangler’ at the end of the cannibalism part just to cheer us up again
Soylent Green ahoy.
Dylan, you are probably right.
Euan & Dylan – A ping pong manager game would be aces.
Sorry Cogstar.
Apropos of nothing: Granny wrangler.
Hope that helps.
Soylent Green: Now aged 60 years.
1. Always think the present age is best. Realise I was wrong on many occasions.
2.40, still do, a bit.
3. They were 22, I am now 33. I still don’t feel old enough.
4.really hairy ears.
I also read somewhere that mens ears, noses & sack continue to grow into old age. That freaks me a little.
5.like Matthew, being acceptable as an old grump.
Football Manager is the absolute bomb.
Though I do happen to love Excel spreadsheets.
is being bomb good or bad?
1. Which age was your favourite so far.
19, and i was SO 19.
2. Which age did you fear most as a kid?
No age in particular, but i was terrified of dying – not because the event itself frightened me, but i hated the thought of the world & the people in it going on without me. I probably still do to be honest.
3. How old are you compared to how old your folks were when they had you?
I’m 28, which is six years older than my folks were when they had me, but i have a six year old son & a three year old daughter… Something which is amazing and a lot less frightening than most of you seem to think! I would also point out that the decision to have them had nothing to do with any incentives being offered by the benefits system, just for the record.
4. What do you fear most about ageing?
Being a burden on people who have better things to do.
5. And what are you looking forward to the most?
The fact that when i’m in my forties you will all be dealing with babies!
Matthew, the “granny wrangler” commented made me laugh out loud, literally. Happy birthday!
surely that’s good?
champ man 2 was one of my favourite games ever. i seem to recall taking inverness from the third division to in the uefa cup in eight seasons, an acheivement that can only ever exist in virtual reality..
1. four was pretty amazing, as it was the only year of my life i didn’t have to live in scotland.
2. no fear.
3. i’ve got three years till i hit twenty four, which is when my parents had me. but then, both being junior doctors working 65 hours a week at the time, i think i was only birthed so they could go on maternity leave and get some rest
4. lack of state pension provision probably. or having kids who find it a chore to hang out with me and not being able to relate to any potential grandchildren
5. going to the pub at 10am. the stuff of dreams..
i reckon
1. 20 was pretty good, because I spent it “studying” abroad in Germany but mainly doing very little and getting a grant from the EU to do so. Also the years from 0-4 – can’t remember them but I like the idea of being looked after like that, and being young enough to get away with pretty much anything.
2. You don’t fear age as a kid – at least I didn’t, I was always aching to get to the next birthday.
3. I’m still about 18 years off, but only three years off the age they were when they had my brother – scary!
4. Losing control. Of anything and everything. But particularly bladder and mind. Ugh and hospital/old people’s home food. And the world going to hell in a handcart.
5. As someone else said – a bit of respect and being somewhere other than the very, very bottom of the heap in the world of employment! It’s. NOT. FAIR. And owning a house and furniture and stuff (dependent on the above, obviously).
“The bomb” is a positive expression.
I think we should hijack this post into a Football Manager appreciation thread.
I’m currently in my seventh season as Wycombe Wanderers boss, challenging for European places in my second season in the Premier League.
Fucking love this game.
Champ Man is best game in the universe, almost because it looks so dull from the outside.
I concur with Matthew and Phil.
Even Mrs Toad loved Champ Man. But then, she did take a lot of drugs.
I am not afraid of having kids. Running a fucking record label gives you plenty of practise, frankly.
I may have limited experience of the game, but I’m confident to say that – ahem – champ man is a remarkable achievement in that it’s managed to make the game of soccer even more slow, dull and excrutiatingly boring than its real life counterpart.
dylan shut up……
Champ Man is awesome……
….maybe someone could invent a new game called camp man for you!
I thought Camp Man was another type of soccer game that focussed on all the theatricals, amateur dramatics and ballet dancing you tend to see in professional soccer.
I’ll stick with watching the telly ta.
no it more aimed at the homoerotic sport that is tugby
Champ Man has its place. A place in all non-gamers lives.
Rugby’s still gay, Dylan.
I’ve been the victim of Champ Man divorce.
it ruins lives kids!
I had to give up Champ Man. I’ve been clean for two seasons now. Ever since I took MK Dons to the champions league final. It was time.
Rugby Champ Manager
Options : Select Tactics
1. Cradle opposing players sack gently while bending down with your face in another man’s crotch
2. Wear extra tight shorts, ManTan and wander about aimlessly until the opposing team wants to feel your balls.
3. Screw playing, lets all get naked and take a bath together with some pints of piss to drink
Ben, do you know of any support groups?
I’m gonna have to kick this habit.
1. Which age was your favourite so far.
I like now as I no longer give much of a fuck what people think.
2. Which age did you fear most as a kid?
None. I looked forward to being old enough to have a pen instead of a pencil at school. it was a burning ambition.
3. How old are you compared to how old your folks were when they had you?
About same.
4. What do you fear most about ageing?
The increasingly more common temptation and acceptability of aspiring to end up looking like Leslie Ash or Melanie Griffith. Nae surgery! except maybe a boob lift, nobody wants droopy tits.
5. And what are you looking forward to the most?
Hitting adult skateboarders with my walking stick and calling them paedos on wheels under the pretence of senility.
I’ve been clean for nearly a year.
“I like now as I no longer give much of a fuck what people think.”
Erm, when was this any different? A conscience-stricken Mrs. Toad…? I’m having trouble picturing it.
1. Which age was your favourite so far.
2. Which age did you fear most as a kid?
3. How old are you compared to how old your folks were when they had you?
4. What do you fear most about ageing?
5. And what are you looking forward to the most?
1. the older i get the less scared i get really so this age is not too bad.
2. i feared the age when i would have to make something of myself. i now realise that is a downward spiral to impending doom.
3. mum was 32, dad was 40. im 25 so i have a wee while yet before i need to worry.
4. nothing. i cant wait. i cant see anything that will bother me when im getting older. its just entitlement to laziness really isnt it.
5. read answer 4.
PAUL D dont you already have hairy ears!?
Phillip.
Quitting Champ Man is harder that closing a credit card.
Actually, what I’m looking forward to most about being old is treating children like shit ant being totally foul mouthed towards them an people just thinking I’m a bit crotchety.
Soccer Champ Manager:
Options : Select Tactics
1. Select a nice pair of ear-rings, gel hair in a a raunchy fashion and adjust make-up.
2. Practice ballet moves, select from Chasse, Glissade or Grand Jete for optimum dramatic presentation.
3. Cry.
Rugby’s still gay, Dylan.
yes rugby is gay.sorry dylan.
Yeah, gay.
There is crying in football Dylan, which I’m sure is not acceptable in Rugby.
There is less tickling of the plumbs in football though.
1. 12, though 30′s been pretty good, too.
2. 13, because I thought I would automatically turn into some evil teenage .That didn’t actually happen til I was 15. :p
3. I’ll be 31 next year, which was my mother’s age when she had me. Scary.
4. Nothing. The great thing about your teens & 20s being crap, there’s nowhere to go but up.
5. Not caring so much what other people think about me & telling them so.
Michael
cheers for that. I just checked & it appears you are correct. do you think imac would work.
Oh & I agree Dav management games are sinister & rugby is mince.
Rugby’s only gay if the only time you get to go to a match is to watch Scotland over the past decade (or England since 2003 in fairness). In said times though it is very very gay.
Tim
This is also just a little bit gay. Fabulous? Yes? To die for? Indubitably! And so very very gay.
http://www.subsidesports.com/uk/images/product/xlarge/StadeFrancais3rdRugbyT0607-.jpg
Rugby players care more about how they look than fucking football players do, these days. Especially off the park. On the park, not so much.
But rugby is still gay.
Have you ever had to endure a group of males on their rugby team night out? I don’t care if I’m being prejudice – they’re all utter cunts, frankly.
A-hahahaha!!!
stade du France rugby looking for that shirt. And this came up. I’m not joking. Google made this happen.
http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1398/1404066944_25611a42eb_o.jpg
Yeah but that rugby shirt is French. It’s not like you’d get Scottish rugby players wearing something like that is it?
Erm, hang on a minute:
http://www.edinburghrugby.org/content/view/2673/88/
Those Stade Francais shirts are fucking brilliant, I don’t care what you say!
Gay and “to die for” sounds about right for those shirts – said in my most Bruno voice of course. Stade Francais’ gayness is never helped by the rumoured actions of a certain manager under the dinner table at the end of season. *ahem*
Tim,
I’ve never heard that story because I live in the 3rd world. Dish dish dish.
Er, Tim. WHAT?
1. Although there was a fair amount of misery and self-indulgent whining Smithsy angst I did very much enjoy being a sixth former.
2. I remember getting a vaccination aged about five and being told that I’d need my next one when I was eleven and thinking ‘it’s okay, that’s ages, I’ll never be eleven, I don’t have to worry about that’ but still worrying because I hadn’t enjoyed having a needle stuck in me at all.
3. My mum was 23, my dad was 43. So when my mum was my current age (41) I was 18 (which I find pretty weird), whilst when my dad was my age I wasn’t even a wee glimpse.
4. Dunno. I was talking about this with somebody the other day and to be honest, comparatively desperate unfitness aside, I don’t feel any different now than I have done at any other time that I can remember, and I can remember stuff fairly consistently back to about aged 3. I’ll get more fucked up in ways that haven’t occured to me yet but it’ll still be me looking out, and that’s okay.
5. I’m not going to tell you until it happens, at which point I will shout about it.
Also,
1. Happy birthday Matthew.
2. That line about ‘excel spreadsheet on crack’ reminded me of Superhans’ “This crack is very moreish” which I think is my second favourite comedy line heard this year (the one about Malcolm Tucker’s tea towel on the outakes from The Thick of It special is the best one)
3. I think “and the incentives for early childbirth provided by the benefits system” is a complete bunch of arse, as is the emphasis of overpopulation as a diversion from ridiculous over consumption (he says tapping out on his laptop whilst watching his tv in his nice living room… yes, yes, I know.)
Just sent you an email about SXSW 2010 and stuff.
Dammit, where is Tim. I want to hear the rugby story!!!
Adam: spectacularly and brilliantly late as usual, but yeah, I want that rugby story too. Tim, are you saying that rugby is even more gay than it looks.
Errrrm… Well there is a rumour that one of the management staff is that way inclined and when they have a big team dinner at the end of the season he climbs under the table. Then the player of the season finds out he’s won the accolade when he feels his zip unfastened and gets blown by his boss.
Happy Saturday
1. I really liked 23, as a grown up, other than that 5 was fucking ace!
2. As a kid, I was mind boggled to think I’d be the ancient 23 years old in the year 2000, it did not compute!
3. Not there yet
4. I most fear that I’ll age horribly, just before science discovers a way to preserve us forever
5. Looking forward to the most? A cup of tea, mebbe some beans on toast for lunch…
I remember that actually – thinking ‘Oooh, I’ll be a quarter century in the year 2000 – then I’ll be a proper grown up.’
And look how mature and wise I did indeed become.
24. I’d just came out of two back to back 3 year relationships and on the weekend of my birthday I got dragged to t in the park by friends to cheer me up. I took full advantage of being single and went girl crazy that weekend. I probably acted disgracefully but it had to be done at the time.
being the same age as my dad – who was in his early thirties when I was kid.
My dad was about about 32, my mum 28. Im now 30 and a dad.
shrinking. Im short enough already!
sitting on my favourite park bench with the missus
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