Turning 30

So a few people have asked me already “what’s it like to be 30?”.  First of all I know that is by some a bit of a phatic way of asking about my birthday etc, but I think there is a serious smidgen of intrigue from some people.  The best reply is that I feel the same as I did 2 days ago but now when someone asks my age they get a different answer.  Seriously though, does it have an effect on some people?  ‘Landmark’ ages such as this are more of a beacon that you look forward to, in the ‘I hope I’ve played linebacker for the Denver Broncos by the time I’m 30′ or ‘Jesus I cant believe Babylon Zoo will be around when I’m 30′ (sadly only one of these is a truth.  I digress.  30 used to be more of a landmark but people also only really got married once, had kids, didn’t like black people and thought women deserved a slap if they spoke out of turn. Times have changed, and so have things – admittedly some for the better but some for the worse [Nowadays it is THE MAN who would get the disaproving glance if he punched his wife in the face in the middle of a shopping centre for doubting his word.  Bit nonsensical that really - back in the day when spousal striking was acceptable a man would never have been in a shopping centre, moreover his wife would never have thought to disagree with her husband.  Yeah, we all miss better days.]

 

You see this is something I’m going to try and do every day, 30 was a beacon.  “I’ll start a daily blog like my hero (well not really a hero but I damn like the fella) Richard Herring.  It will get me writing as I’ll do it every day without fail from my birthday.  I suppose i shouldnt be too harsh on myself for not starting it on the day itself, everyone deserves a break from a not particularly taxing daily task when they havent really started it and its a day when they’re not really doing anything and have plenty of time on my hands.  Anyway it would have just been a load of wanky stuff trying to posture the consequences of entering Decade IV and then wanking on about starting a blog and then reach a postmodern bit where I’m actually writing about the thing I’m doing and not knowing where it will go but probably petering out in the middle of…………

(Hardly the middle of a sentence PB, practically the end and you know it.  You fat cunt).

Anyway, so I had a really nice day and got some terrific presents and I’m immensely greatful to everyone involved in providing the happiness.  I went to watch Hancock as part of my day – not the best film I’ve ever seen (that’s The Dark Knight and I’ve not even seen it yet) but far from the worst.  Maybe the negative reviews set a low bar but maybe the reviews were overly harsh because it had little pretensions of being too much more than a popcorn flick.  Well it did, to be fair so that’s not really a valid point by me.  There was a character study in there but it didnt overwhelm the film and it provided an emotional centre to the flying around and superhero antics.

Anyway I cant be bothered with too much more and half of my family have walked in and started to annoy me.