It has been a little while since I posted anything here.
Well, that’s not strictly true, I did post a couple of photographs a while ago and if you were on this site while I was doing my Tube Challenge back in February you will have noticed that my twitter feed on the right hand side of the page was being updated periodically.
Such is life though, sometimes loads of things are happening, and other times not much stuff is happening.
Birthday in a few days though. Yay.
The thing is, I’m at that age where I don’t really bother about birthdays. I’ve asked a few people and they’ve said the same sort of thing. When you’re a kid, you start counting down to your next birthday the day after your last one. “There’s only 364 days until my next birthday!” (although to be fair, Christmas does get in the way too). Then you reach around 14-15 and they start to get a bit dull. Then you turn 16, and you are legally an adult and can leave home, and, how shall we put this, legally copulate, and until a few years ago buy ciggies (now you can have sex, live on your own, but cant’ smoke…)
17 is next, and you can get your driving licence, followed by 18 when you are officially properly an adult. You now are allowed to vote (oh yeah, that’s coming up again soon isn’t it…), buy alcohol (and now tobacco products as well – silly thing to do to up the age in my opinion, but it happened after I turned 18 so I don’t really care that much). And – as I found out – until you’re 19th birthday, you can still get free education and if you choose to do so, free NHS stuff and also your parents get child benefit and, in the case of single parents, child support.
When you’re 19, you celebrate your birthday by going to the pub and getting wasted, much like any other Friday night but this time you’re wearing a badge, and the same with your 20th. And for 21 that is the final one. I’ve never understood why to be honest, because there isn’t anything you cannot do when you are 20 years and 364 days old that you can do when you are 21 years and 0 days old. But anyway, the evening is spent much in the same way as 18-20, only moreso.
Then you hit 22 and there might still be some of that yayness in you, but from what I’ve heard from people, it usually goes. Until you reach around 35, hit your pre-midlife-crisis and start to celebrate birthdays again.
Personally, I shall be turning 24 on Tuesday, and will be celebrating it down the pub, possibly getting wasted but maybe not as I could be driving. Ah well. We shall see.