It was my 30th birthday a few days ago. There is no way around it, i'm the age that when i was 10 or 16 or 21 was old. 30 was grown up and adult, it was the age of friends dads when i was at primary school and all that sort of stuff. Practically middle aged. Actually if i lived in the 15th or 16th century then it would be elderly. So more than other birthdays it has caused quite alot of reflection on where my life is heading. Am i where I thought i'd be when i reached this age? No. I had assumed i'd have a career, be married and have a family. None of which is close to happening. As nearly all of my friends are either already married or are engaged im gradually becoming aware that i dont always want to be this way and that the balance between freedom and companionship is shifting more to the latter than the former. I dont mean that to sound like i think those on my friends list who are married are not 'free', i mean solely in terms of myself.
(You know the worst thing about this - the last two weddings ive attended for the dinner i've been sat at the singles table, surrounded by either teenagers or social outcasts. And im obviously not a teenager :D )
I have a shameful secret to admit to - throughout my adult life i've pretty much avoided McDonalds, but here i am sat in one (the excuse is my car is in getting fixed so have to wait somewhere rather than wander about in the rain!) It is not actually all that bad, the furnishings are alot less preschool than i remember, they have free wifi and the egg mcmuffin, hash brown and strawberry milkshake is perfectly edible, and dare i say it enjoyable. I suppose anything loaded up with salt and fat is going to appeal to my inner west of Scotland self.
Takes me back a bit, i remember the first McDonald's opening in Scotland, late 80s/early 90s i guess it was. It is so hard to imagine now but back then it was positively exotic and such a treat to be taken there. There was a huge Tower Records next door and when i was a teenager my friends and i used to go up there late on a friday night, buy some records (and lust after the stuff in their import section that was so expensive), read the American magazines and then go into McDonald's. That felt exciting, like we were doing something just like how the cool kids did it in New York City or LA.