That dreaded birthday is looming – I can’t believe I’m going to be 30 in a few weeks. I’m fine about it, as long as I don’t start comparing my life to other people my age… Not that I’m envious of their lives as such – I don’t want to be married with kids at the moment – but it still makes you think!
I was planning on going away for Christmas – somewhere like Egypt or Morocco – and not coming back till after my birthday… but alas, the quarterly service charge on my flat is due. That’s another thing about being 30; you have to be responsible all the time. You can never be spontaneous as everyone’s always fully booked for the next month!
On a positive note, I’m off to see Suede tomorrow night (although that proves that I don’t have a frame of reference more recent than 1997)