Sometime, about a year ago, I suddenly started hating the tube. 2 minutes at a signal and I am freaking out.

To take my mind off things I begun writing lists, each inspired by my journey on the underground.

Friday, 9 March 2012

Being 30 Means...

  • Worrying that a large portion of Topshop is too old for you.
  • Knowing that even the 'two pints of water' trick won't save you from a hangover.
  • Big nights are for a reason (birthdays, hen dos) not just because its the weekend.
  • You own a selection of clothes that are 'practical'.
  • You were embarrassed for Blur at the Brits.
  • Your Mum often tells you things twice. 'Not knowing which one of your siblings she told'.
  • Inbetweeners. Neither techie kids or techniphob parent. Best of both? Worst of both more like.
  • Your slagbag has been retired.
  • Being in a book club. Talking about being in a book club. Loving that book club more than practically anything else.
  • Boys start drinking ale. They talk like experts. We know they just like the funny names.
  • Weddings. Once a novelty now a norm. 
  • Caring about 'how good your socks are'.
  • Average spend on a bottle of wine has snuck up to £10.
  • Seeing fashion come back round: Hello 90's Grunge.
  • You have a joint account. But only because it doesn't feel so bad when you spend money on it.
  • Barely being able to handle caffeine,  let alone any other stimulant.
  • The Great Salary Divide. Suddenly working for a-levels/ going to a decent uni/ getting a proper job is paying off. For some people.
  • Refer to students as 'looking young' (many of them were born in the 90's!).
  • Triathlons. An Early indicator of the onset of a Midlife Crisis.

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