I’ve tried bloody hard to avoid any ‘grown up’ activities, but the realms of time are taking their toll on this ‘Peter Pan’ mountain biker
I’m 37 in 2 months and the most expensive thing i’ve ever bought for ‘the house’ is a cassarole dish
I’m still renting, never lived with a girl and still set aside an afternoon once every 3 months to clean my bedroom
I spend all my money on biking & booze
Every so often though, i realise that i’m an adult – things like ‘Mr Boltonjon, your table is ready’
Nightclubs are just way too noisy, drinks are far to expensive and i feel guilty about trying to get into a 20 years knickers
Worst still, is that i had to give my widowed 72 year old father a stern talking to the other week because he was tarting around, and about to mess up a relationship with a nice woman he’s been seeing
HOW THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!!!