Tuesday, July 15, 2003
It was a bit worrying the other day to find that, on pondering my upcoming twenty-seventh birthday (end of August if you're anxious to send e-cards) that I realised that at the same age, my Dad was married and, a few years later, my Mum was 27 when she had me. Now, I live quite happily alone at Misanthrope Towers in PissoffWithTheLotofYer Street, but there is that nagging thing at the back of my head going "well, what have you got to show for the same amount of time? Have you changed anyone's life in the same way your parents changed each others?" Luckily I can kill this little voice with much alcohol.
