That time of year or just my age?

I don't know if it's just that time of year when everything just seems to annoy me,or whether I'm just getting to,well,you know,'that' stage in my life.

The recent death of Malcolm Mclaren has brought back to me how I (and a lot of my friends) were in our younger years.The things that we were going to do were only limited by older people trying to stop us having fun. Personally I wanted to travel around and see what was around the corner,but somehow I ended up living in normality.

What about you?
Age is one of those things that just kind of creeps up on you.One minute your only real ambition is to get a new pair of Adidas Kick trainers instead of the second hand ones and everything is valued on how many leather footballs things cost.
The next thing you know you've become an well versed on government policy and an investment plan maturing is a REALLY exciting prospect.

I've finally realised that it's utterly futile trying to escape being forty.Why? Because no matter how you act,you'll still have friends that try to drag you into the world of forty-ness.I've stared in catatonic bemusement as someone explained "me and the missus had a row for ages about what bathroom suite to get" and all I can think about is how when they were younger they got drunk on cheap cider and decided to graffiti a bus shelter poster.I have a fear that one day I'll meet someone I once broke into an abandoned old building with and he'll say something like "If my isa performs,I'm hoping to take the family to the Lake District in the summer."

Probably the most depressing phrase from 40 year olds who've became to comfortable is "We've had the builders in doing an extension/loft conversion and it's been hell."

Righty ho then,so the medieval painters and poets that depicted several layers of hell with the bottom one portraying eternally tormented souls writhing about in perpetual agony as they boiled in molten lead knew about YOUR plight,they would have added an even more horrible layer,in which people had to walk round some bags of plaster and cement to get to the kitchen would they?

One of the shocking aspects about becoming forty is that once you get to that age it doesn't stop.You carry on getting even older than that..There follows another age,called forty one,then forty two and then each one comes round quicker than the last.You talk to a friend about the day you went to a party and ended up sleeping in the bath,saying,"that must have been 10 years ago" then you realise it was 1989.
There are endless shocks in store,such as the bloke who presents the news is younger than you are.Which can't be true.He's middle aged and grown up and says things grown up things like "That's all from us but there's more on our evening bulletin at ten o'clock."

I can't be older than him! But I am.The same thing goes for politicians and secretary of the FA.

As Malcolm Mclaren once said
To be bad is good ... to be good is simply boring."

Have fun people,I'll catch you next time.