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.
most of those are easily obtainable me thinks. GET IN THERE!