On Sunday I left the last bastion of youth and entered into adulthood. No longer am I a hip and happening twenty-something but a wily old veteran of thirty years life experience. With this new spring in my step I'm now entitled to see things a certain way.
I can now state with authority that things aren't as good as they were in my day.
I can now laugh at the latest pop icons for their recycled fashions and sounds, safe in the knowledge that Ive seen and heard it all before.
Police men now look as if they can't grow beards,
To prove that us thirty-somethings still have the ability to rage against the machine I openly admit to putting plastic bottles in the glass recycling box - so what you gonna do about that Mr Brown?
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