Do you have this in Beige?

Five months before my 30th Birthday and I'm increasingly aware I've achieved nothing with my life. I'd like to say 'it's suddenly dawned on me' but the truth is, like an insect before it hits the windscreen of your car, I saw this coming. Perhaps the glass of this paticular trap was quite well polished, but that thought holds little to no comfort for me.

Now look, I know some of you may read this and think 'really? You're going to moan about hitting thirty?' and that's fine. But you'd have to be dead not to realise that society as a whole tends to see this as a landmark, a sort of milestone where you pull out that list of youthful hopes and dreams, set it alight and begin to settle down in to a more, sensible, grown-up way of living.

I feel like McMurphy in One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, except to be honest, I don't think I posess his virtues of chivalry. Sod the rest of you! I want to escape and go fishing alone!

So with the New Year fast approaching, I shan't patronise anyone, including myself, by attempting to set tedious targets which I'll inevitably fail to reach. Instead I'm heading out on a quest to discover what more life has to offer, after all, how long can it be before those surgery doors open and my ticket number is called to recieve the lobotomy that is a life in beige..?