So I am now 30. the big Three-Oh. Flirty 30. Dirty 30. The new 20.
I must say I don’t FEEL that different, just a little deflated… 2 weeks ago I was all talking it up when I called my friend Lissa for HER 30th birthday because I was full of bravado being 2 weeks of my big day…
Lissa: “I just realised that I am 30, it hit me. I don’t want to be 30!! I want to be 20 again!”
Me: “No, no, no. You don’t want to be 20 again. If we were 20 again we would be wearing really high waisted jeans with snap crotch bodysuits and that was so not a good look for either of us. I actually bloody saw one the other day in Tightrope, a marle grey snap crotch bodysuit. It filled me full of fear”
You know you are starting to get on a bit when they recycle fashions you remember wearing.
Example: Bubble skirts. Bubble skirts are big again, though I think they are also called Tulip or bell skirts.
Anyway, I remember wearing one of these little precious’s to my 13th birthday party. 17 YEARS AGO.
My cousin turned 21 recently and when I looked at the photos?
She was wearing a dress with a bubble skirt.
She was at my 13th but then I can hardly blame her for not remembering… she was 3.
Last year I went out with most of my cousins after a wedding and we went out for a few drinks afterwards. As I was standing there in the pub I realised that bar one person, my older cousin Cam, I had changed all their nappies and they were now drinking beer.
The one thing that cheered me up was thinking about how old Cam felt!
I guess the thing that is bothering me most is I am not sure exactly how I got here SO fast. From 24 through to 30 seemed to go in fast forward. This better not keep up or I will suddenly wake up 50…. and I am certainly NOT ready for that.
All in all, I feel ok. I am looking forward to a few drinks tonight to ease me into my 30’s in disgrace.
Live as a you mean to go on.
Strong – Robbie Williams
My breath smells of a thousand fags
And when I’m drunk I dance like me dad
I’ve started to dress a bit like him
Early morning when I wake up
I look like Kiss but without the make up
And that’s a good line to take it to The bridge
And you know and you know
‘Cos my life’s a mess
And I’m trying to grow so before
I’m old I’ll confess
You think that I’m strong you’re wrong
You’re wrong
I’ll sing my song my song my song
My bed’s full of takeaways and fantasies of easy lays
The pause button’s broke on my video
And is this real ‘cos I feel fake, Oprah Winfrey, Ricky Lake
Teach me things I don’t need to know
And you know and you know
‘Cos my life’s a mess
And it starting to show so before
I’m old I’ll confess
You think that I’m strong you’re wrong
You’re wrong
I’ll sing my song my song my song
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