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At the age of ten life seems simple, it's all about running jumping and climbing trees. By eighteen you have discovered the opposite sex, alcohol and nightclubs. By twenty five you are your own person, confident and full of life. Suddenly you hit thirty. You find yourself questioning your choices from the years that have past, feeling slightly left on the shelf, wondering where your life is heading, juggling family and friends and faced with ever aging parents. You are not alone, welcome to 30 years and countinga sideways look at life in your thirties.

Becoming a grumpy old man

Every second Tuesday I have to take a walk into the local town to sign on at the job centre. It is about a 6 mile round trip and while there is a bus I refuse to pay the £5 or so fare. Besides I could do with the exercise. Since Tom has recent joined the unemployment scrapheap he has taken to joining me on this little trek. It is great to have some company and why I would like to say that we talk about breasts and football on our journey in reality we sound more like two grumpy old men.

Naturally we tend to start off with the usual small talk. Namely, what have you been up to recently? How is the misses? Did you watch the F1? That kind of thing. Warm up chat as it were.

We then tend to turn to the topic of computer games. Tom and I have been playing games together since the time of the Commodore 64 in the late 80’s when we were about nine. Playing games and talking about new games has always been a key subject for our friendship. AS it happens the new MM3 trailer was out today so we talked about that and Tom’s recent purchase of Fallout: New Vegas. Most of the conversation how was us complaining about the price of video games these days and how we both refuse to fork out for a new game costing £40 when if you wait a month it will be almost half that price.

Another hot topic for discussion is the recent trend here in the UK for television shows based on the lives of rich (and usually stupid) people. A good case in point is the hit show: The only way is Essex. A show which boils both of our blood. If you have missed this show or don’t know what it is then here is a taste.

Our biggest gripe about the show is just how stuck up their own arse these people are. I mean they really are so thick but think that the world revolves around them. It is one thing to have a show about them but it purposely goes out of it’s way to glorify them, to hold them up as some sort of role models. We came to the conclusion that we need another plague to wipe them out.

So not much talk about breasts and football then. Instead it seems that all we spend our time having a good moan. Seems that we are just becoming a couple of grumpy penny pinching old men bitter at how thick the rest of the world is. Be honest though, who doesn’t like a good rant?

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