The big two nine
It’s my birthday later this week - the big two nine. Part of me doesn’t want to acknowledge that turning 29 is a milestone (or a millstone - ha ha!) but if I’m honest I know it is. Nothing’s the same after you’re 29 - suddenly the carefree days of being under 29 are over, just like that. People look at you differently when you tell them you’re 29. You’re expected to show a bit of maturity and experience, rather than stay out all night drinking and fucking like you did when you were 28. And you’re incapable of that now, anyway.
I suppose I’m OK with it. But I do hope no-one makes a big fuss. The last thing I want is one of those big 29th birthday parties, with 100 ghastly relatives ribbing you about how now you’re a ‘29-something’ and a big cake in the shape of the digits 2 and 9 and a 29-year old whisky afterwards.
And the next big one is - god, I can hardly bring myself to say it - 36. You know, the one where they say life begins. So, after Thursday I will officially be closer to 36 than 22. Oh, god.
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Just imagine turning 69. Oh what larks.
Posted on 29-Aug-06 at 9:46 am | PermalinkThey say 69 is the new 57.
Posted on 29-Aug-06 at 9:58 am | PermalinkAh. So we’ll cancel the party then?
Posted on 29-Aug-06 at 2:36 pm | PermalinkNo, please don’t! You only turn 29 once!
Posted on 29-Aug-06 at 2:52 pm | Permalinkhappy 2 and 9, or happy 11, if that makes it sound better
Posted on 29-Aug-06 at 11:57 pm | PermalinkWow, 29? Has the telegram from The Prince Of Wales come yet?
Posted on 30-Aug-06 at 4:03 am | PermalinkI notice you posted this on the 29th as well - it’s really got to you hasn’t it?
Posted on 30-Aug-06 at 6:31 am | PermalinkI’m 143 you know …
Posted on 30-Aug-06 at 7:08 am | PermalinkThank you everyone. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel any different, hitting the big two nine.
Posted on 30-Aug-06 at 11:04 am | PermalinkFor me it was turning 12 after that it got progressively easier
Posted on 30-Aug-06 at 12:21 pm | PermalinkI do hope that now you’re all grown up and mature that you’ll refrain from all these outbursts of adolescent anger, and rude, tawry language, and the use of crude phrases like “monkey sp***”.
Posted on 01-Sep-06 at 2:47 am | PermalinkIf you’re really good, I’ll send you a pipe for your 30th.
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Happy birthday, old boy.
Life begins…..at 36?
Posted on 01-Sep-06 at 2:49 am | PermalinkSo - all the shit I’ve gone through to get here is, what, a practice run????
And I’ve got to wait another 2 years before I can pull the chocks out?
FFARGH.
12 is a big, one Moobs. I had a bit of an existential crises myself at the big one two.
Mike: thank you. I’ll raise a pipe of monkeyspunk in your honour.
Posted on 01-Sep-06 at 6:58 pm | Permalink