30 is a great birthday, one of my favourite ages. 26 is one of the worst. I’m 36 in a couple of weeks and I can’t stop thinking about the Big Four-Oh – thinking I need another 20 years to get ready for 40. I spend all my money on booze and toys and sulk if I’m not wearing jeans. I haven’t even got used to paying taxes or getting up for work yet. And girls… It’s so hard to settle down… I don’t own an iron and my only suit is still scrunched up in the bottom of my wardrobe since the wedding I attended last August. There’s blood on it but that’s another story :twisted:. I fucking refuse to grow up in a world that starts by sucking so much and makes it worse by criminalising murder. I mean, what’s the point? Some bastard with a mean sense of humour creates this messa nd then illegalises the solution. Christ, even bona fide political assassination is frowned upon these days.
Happy birfday Hampster (surely Hamster?)