Thirty

This started out as a post on Friday, mourning the passing of my twenties. However, events in real life came along and took the wind out of my sails before I had a chance to hit ‘submit’.  And if I wasn’t feeling all introspective anyway with regards to life, career and everything, I’ve even more cause now. 
As the curse says: I’m living in interesting times.

Anyway, my original post was going to point out that, all things considered, I’m not that bothered about getting older. This is mainly because I envy the youngest generations less and less with each passing year. As AJ remarks, we have several generations of kids/young adults utterly failed by the education system, to the point of being functionally unemployable.  I left secondary school on the cusp of Labour taking control and don’t feel that hard done by, but kids these days…..Jesus.  Browsing the discussion boards of Facebook is an exercise in utter exasperation.  So like Al, I too hold no fear from younger competitors on the jobs market, which might prove for the best depending on how things turn out.

But enough of this mawdling bollocks, I’m actually watching the England game and am sharpening my pitchfork like everyone else after THAT decision.
I mean, ref-er-ee….

Update: Scratch that, reckon there’s another target for the England fans’ collective ire.  I mean really, what was that?