Oh Lordy where do I start?
My son thinks I'm at least 50, and I might die soon.

Relationships start getting confusing as people assume I want to start reproducing as my 'biological clock' will start ticking Any Time Now.

If I go out and get shit faced, people tut and look at me as though I am an old trout, rather than an overexcited teenager.

I make odd noises when I'm getting up.

I watch the news rather than Hollyoaks.

I watch my neice wear '80's 'retro' clothing, that I used to wear, and wonder if she too will try to erase the fact that she wore neon pink from her memory.

I got excited when they opened a new restaurant near me. I used to get excited about pubs.

I'm 27 years old. I too tsk. I also think that teenagers spend too much time texting on their mobile phones, as in my day 'we used to talk to each other'

I've tried to reclaim my youth and failed. I am going to embrace the fact that I remember 'proper' music like The Stone Roses, and Nirvana. Old codgerdom here I come.
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