成人快手

Digital Sands may only be a few days old, but the withered greying person behind the keyboard is somewhat more ancient. To the day, March 15th 2006, I am exactly 37 and a half years old. Both my birth certificate and carbon-dating will verify this.

At five o'clock this morn, unable to sleep as a cat was sat on my head, I worked out that I am both three-quarters:
- the way through my 30's
- from my birth to 50 years of age

Even worse, I am 93.75% of the way towards being middle-aged. That's too dark.

Where the heck did the first 7.5 years of my 30's go? Travelling abroad (12 trips), travelling around Scotland for holidays (umpteen trips), being self-employed (very nearly five years now), wondering where the next curry is coming from (a lot), playing video games (for work)(well, that's my excuse)(several years in total), watching boats zig-zag into Berneray harbour (too much but it's entertaining), staring at the signal strength on my broadband aerial (rather a lot recently), sitting on beaches (far too much)(or not enough, depending on your point of view).

If I was single (am not), would this make me too old for the dating festival at the Dell Fank? How should I spend the remaining 2.5 years of my pre-middle age? Is this the kind of mid-life crisis angst Calumannabel are looking for?