The Youth of Today

Have you ever had one of those clearly defining moments in time, when almost like a light bulb switiching on, you suddenly wake up and think to yourself - what the hell am I doing?

I had one of these Eureka moments on Saturday. It was one of my friends birthday and she wanted to see her last twenty-something birthday out in style, by having a few bevvies with close friends, rounding of the night with a boogie somewhere to see in the small hours.

We started off in a perfectly nice bar, made even better by the two-for-one offers on some very refreshing Mojitos. Granted it was a bit rucus in there, being Camden, but it was a lively rucus which we took great delight in blending into. Then it was decided after departing the bar, we would head on down to the Electric Ballrooms - and from here, I can honestly say, it all went a Pete Tong.

Don't get me wrong, it was still a laugh to be out and about, but I seriously felt like a fish out of water and couldn't help but look about me thinking what mad house have I landed in? I think it's safe to say we were definitely one of the older groups in the club and I have to say the other girls in there were rather shameless. I know it's the done thing to be out having a laugh when your young, but I'm sure I was never that bad at that age.

I got to see arse cheeks galore where the skirts didn't cover the underwear - and in some cases I'm sure there wasn't even any underwear involved. There were a fair selection of the - shall we say - larger ladies, who were clearly wearing clothes two sizes too small (I'm all for being confident in your own skin, but there are certain things that just should not be displayed, rolls of body fat and beer bellies being just that!) and don't get me started on the binge drinking. I saw one particular girl who was swigging pints of beer, got dragged outside by her mate to puke all over the pavement, as well as herself and her mate in the process, then come sauntering back in to carry on drinking and even copped off with a bloke in the corner. Since when has pebble dashing been a glamourous look, especially when it is smeared down your chin and in between your clevage???

It was quite a relief to get out and back into the norm of reality. Maybe I'm just getting too old for this crap and really am turning into my mother, but give me a good old cocktail bar anyday, with a bit of live music and a nice chilled relaxed atmosphere. At the end of the day, self-decency and respect costs nothing ladies......you'll thank me one day - when you get as old and wise as I am!!!

The Holiday Season Has Arrived!

Oh lordy - where or where has the last year gone? It seems like only yesterday I was sitting around at my parents on Boxing Day joking about how the festive season was all done and dusted for another year, quoting how the next one would probably be upon us in a flash - and low and behold here it is again.

You know it is officially the Christmas season when you see the Coca Cola advert and hear the unmistakable tune, 'the holidays are coming......!' - that is the moment when you know it will be full steam ahead. Mixing in with crowds galore trying to find your way to a shelf and then onto the till, stocking up on indulgence food because it is the holiday season, therefore it seems justifiable to eat a whole years worth of calories in two weeks and that is without all the partying and drinking where everyone wants to catch up before the new year (which I might add is my personal favourite highlight of the festive season!)

As much as I think Christmas has become a bit of a farce - most kids these days don't even know the meaning behind it other than it's a time of year to get presents - I do love the feeling of climbing up into the loft to dust of the decorations and the tree, ready for another year. Although I must admit I am abit anal when it comes to decorating and I like the tree to look orderly, it's still nice once it is done to switch on those lights and remember nostalgic Christmas' that have already been. The warm fuzzy feeling, everyone being on their best behaviour, the look on people's faces when they open their presents and of course, getting a wee bit sozzled on your dads home made Christmas puddings.

To all those 'bah-humbergs' out there - I say 'the holidays are coming......!'

Living life in the fast line.....

It's Friday and I am thinking to myself I have made it through another week - yay! The worst thing about having a Monday - Friday job is that you do end up wishing your life away.

You start the week on Monday thinking I can't believe how fast the weekend went and dreading the fact you have another week ahead of you. Tuesday rolls around with slight more optimism, knowing you have Monday out of the way but also knowing you are not yet at the half-way mark. Wednesday is the sun braking through the clouds day, when you know after lunch you will be over the hump and speeding towards the next weekend. Thursday is like a neither-here-nor-there-day where you know you're only one day away but can't quite reach the finish line just yet. Then Friday is here and you're full of the joys of summer knowing you can literally count down the hours until you are free to roam the lands for two whole days. Then before you know it, it is Monday again....

I have been trying to become more adventurous by arranging activities mid-week, in the vain hope that I can break up the monotonous routine that has become my life. In doing this I hope to become more of an interesting person with a brighter outlook on life, rather than someone who counts down the hours from her desk waiting for the weekend to land.

I met up with a newly single friend of mine at the beginning of the week who is still savouring the awe of becoming her own free person again, who quite rightly told me I should be out every night living the high life of a singleton. After much deliberation over a few G&T's I decided that I would give it a go.

Rather than trying to break my week in gently I thought I would take my life by the scruff of the neck and go full speed in fifth gear, enjoying being a singleton every night this week - and now Friday is here I feel......well..... absolutely knackered! The thought of going out tonight makes me feel weak in the knees and I still have a full weekend ahead of me.

I think next week I will opt for the middle lane instead on cruise control and will leave living life in the fast lane to one of my younger peers......