I've finally resigned myself to the fact that I'm getting older and all my friends are growing up (in fact most of them have grown up much more than me in the last few years).

So that's it. Goodbye youth, welcome to late twenties - early thirties house buying, settling down, everyone having kids, dinner parties (arrghh!) less boozing, no drug taking, un-ironic talks about mortgaes and saving schemes. I'm still not that happy about it, but in some ways it almost means I can get on with accepting change.

Sorry, whaty self reflective toss, but that's it. Adult time.