Well, here's a little summary of what nobody tells you about being in your thirties:
You wake up with stiff muscles and creaky joints and need an hour or two to walk it off, even if the most strenuous thing you have done a day before was hoovering. Bastard treacherous body.
You can still down the pints as before, but you have to run to the toilet more. A lot more. And quicker.
You promised yourself that you will keep up to date with technology and internet developments but all of a sudden it takes you a while to catch up with new concepts. Trending on twitter...? Cloud storage? 4G internet network...? Erp?
Spending Fridays and Saturdays drinking excessively and Sundays recovering suddenly seems like a massive waste of time, there's box sets to watch, friends to meet up with for a coherent conversation, discount bowling in the mornings and sword fighting classes to go to and movies to see in Imax. Sleep all day..? No thanks.
Baby jokes have to get toned down a lot, as there's pregnant bellies everywhere you turn. Hm.
And to top it off, your mid life crisis is lurking to get you before you hit 40. I think we need a new name for it, unless the living expectancy suddenly went down a lot (unless you live in Glasgow, then your mid-life crisis should be at 25).
Happy 30th birthday Jimmy!
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