I am 25 years old. Still young, but not as young as I used to be. In the words of Janet from the film Singles, “Somewhere around 25 bizarre becomes…immature”. God, I can’t believe I’m now older than Janet.
So after much thought and soul-searching, here are 30 things I want to do by the time I reach the big 3-0.
- NOT get married
- Own at least one more tortoise
- See Pearl Jam live at least one more time
- Actually read all the books I own
- Learn to ride a motorbike
- Go on tour with a band on a tour bus
- See some of my friends get married
- Have a birthday party (I haven’t had an actual party since I was under 10)
- Go to Seattle
- Finally accept that I’ll never be skinny, and be happy about it
- See my friends Televox achieve the success they so deserve
- Be in a job I don’t dread going to every day
- Live in another country for at least a month
- Meet more rock stars
- Successfully breed tortoises
- Touch Adrien Brody’s nose, just once
- Have a walk-in shoe storage room
- Own property
- Have Greg Dulli and/or Mark Lanegan write a song about me (OK, so this will never happen but a girl can dream)
- Complete the game Rock Band with my band The Wooly Motherf*ckers
- Take two weeks off work for Preston Guild and party harder than I ever have and ever will
- Meet The Mighty Boosh and not wilt
- Learn to speak another language enough to at least have a basic conversation
- Get asked for ID at least 5 more times in my life when buying alcohol
- Re-pierce my nose, even if it’s just for one night
- Have a pair of glasses to go with any outfit
- Stand at least one more time in the DJ booth at Rusty Cage watching a load of pissed grungers dance and be happy
- Witness The Axel Vicious win the World Air Guitar Championships in Finland
- Go to Glasto. It has to be done once I suppose.
- Take 2 weeks of work, shut myself in at home, and live and breathe all the series of 24 in one go.
