Coming of Age....

Well how did that happen?

I'm sat here on the final day Ill ever be twenty something wondering what the hell just happened to the last decade; trying to decide whether I should just push back that list of things I was supposed to have done by now or write them off completely as a lost cause. Of course there are some things that are just unobcheivable now, like having a salary that equaled a certain amount by the time I'm 30 for instance, unless by some miracle I'm given an enormous pay rise over the weekend!

What's strange is that I really don't feel like an adult, most of my friends all seem much more "adult" than I and of course like any good middle class public schoolboy I like to fit in with crowd so I'm nodding my head and wracking my brain for the last time I watched the news. I can't help feeling like I'm still only a teenager, I mean surely it was only the other day that I was 17 and foolishly acting the rebel? Wasn't it? 13 years ago you say? Well nothing has changed, well except for the need to earn cash to pay the bills, and of course money to go on holiday, oh and don't forget that new coffee machine you wanted or that 32" television... Oh and about the most rebelious I get these days is...gasp... not wearing a suit to work! No surely not! the horror! I know, your shocked arnt you? Your finding it hard to go on with such depraivety....Ahem....Not really sure where I'm going with that line of thought, probably best I cut it off there!
Still you've got to ask yourself... A good whisky matures in an oak casket.... Maybe it's the same for us except we don't get in a casket until the very end.

Oh my god what have I written.... You see I'm only 29 and 364 days old and already I'm rambling, but then that's what the blog's called after all!

Living in France

For those of you who like the whole "A year in Provence" books and re-location abroad shows on the t.v, have a look at this lady's blogg; she has been living in France for the last 15 years and it takes a look at her daily life.

http://www.petiteanglaise.com/

Bad bad joke

Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn't seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other bloke whips out his phone and calls the emergency services."My friend is dead what can I do?," he gasps. "Calm down, I can help," the operator says. "First, let's make sure he's dead.".........Silence...... then a shot. "Okay, now what?"

Just what every self respecting disco needs

Buy a urinal screen that lights up and plays a "prerecorded sound of your choice" when...wet...ahem.

http://www.wizmark.com/voices.htm

An Angry American....

Surely not I hear you cry, but yes this guy has all but decided that a new civil war is coming by the sounds of it...

http://www.fuckthesouth.com/

It's all in the title I guess.

Suicide is Painful (if you do it right, that is)

The suicide rate in Britain has dropped to its lowest level since WWII: just 84 people per million. The reason, according to the Economist, is that it's now much harder to top yourself. The head-in-oven trick hasn't worked since toxic coal gas was replaced by natural gas in the 70s. The latest catalytic converters mean that the car-in-garage solution takes far too long. And even the time-honoured method of downing hundreds of pills is too fiddly now that they come in those pesky blister packs. The result? Depressed people now have to kill themselves by parking their cars on railway tracks, which causes inconvenience (and death) to the rest of us. Poor Eurostar even had to cancel its hugely expensive 10th birthday party this week because of it.
Heyho...