I turned 38 yesterday. It's just a number. Like all sybols and signs, it's the context that brings meaning.
So here's some context.
My nephews came to stay this weekend. They roll their eyes when I go on about how all 'their music' is just a rip off of the stuff I liked in the 80's. Just like anybody who grew in the 60's tells me about the 80's.
Ten years ago there would have been lazing around in bed, after a heavy night out. Yesterday we took the kids to see the ducks, I got to do a bike ride AND read the paper from cover to cover.
I'm double the age I was when I started university
I look every single hour of those 38 years (if not more) but I'm just as confused and feckless as I was when I turned 18, 20 years ago.
I wonder if it's because when we were 19 we were confused as to how life would turn out and at 38 we're confused as to how we can achieve or explore all the things we now know we don't know but want to know.
God, I sound like Rumsfeld with all those 'know/don't know' don't I!
Besides, it's probably altzheimers.
Posted by: Rob | January 10, 2012 at 12:22 AM
I've said it before but I'll say it again - I like this blog, always have.
Happy Birthday, NP.
Posted by: Paul H. Colman | January 11, 2012 at 01:28 PM
Hope you had a good birthday sir!
Posted by: Rob Mortimer | January 12, 2012 at 02:37 PM