I'm 30 today. Those of you who know me personally will also know that mentally, if not physically, I passed the 30 mark many years ago. So today's shift from a youthful 20-something to ageing 30-something hasn't been too big a leap.
Nevertheless, today is a day for reflection. I reflect that
- George Harrison was still only 27 when the Beatles broke up
- Hemingway was 27 when he wrote The Sun Also Rises
- Keats had written his entire body of work by the age of 26, when he died
I'm not going to beat myself up too much about this, because
- I'm alive
- I'm healthy
- I've got a blog. So that's one up on Keats and Hem
So on that positive note, if you bump into me tonight (The Leather Bottle, Garratt Lane) I'll buy you a beer to celebrate.