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We are young

"I'm getting too old for all this," is currently my most hated phrase in the world over. I hate it more than "What's up guys," "C U Next Tuesday," and " Don't you think Justin Beiber is fit?" and yet it is uttered to me on, perhaps, a daily basis.

It makes me want to grab the person saying it and shake them. Who is it that gets to decide that anyone's too old for anything. I'm heading towards thirty and what scares me the most is not the fact that I'm heading towards the big 3.0 but that there are some folks around me it seems, that really believe anything over eighteen years old signals the end of all things fun.

Who says that you can't go out and dance until three o'clock in the morning after you hit your mid twenties, who says that you can't go and spend a dirty weekend in Ibiza and who says that singledom should be made redundant post twenty five just because the timer on your biological clock might possibly start ticking in ten years or so?!

I don't want to settle down with Mr Will-Do-I-Suppose, I don't want to give up hope of ever seeing a Baleric sunset on a booze cruise again - I want to see the world and have a love affair worthy of an almighty blockbuster movie!

I spent ten days in Kenya at the beginning of this year with a lady who was pushing 70 and had no intentions of letting age be anything but a number. She knew how to party with the best of them and had a filthy sense of humour that you couldn't help but love. I intend to spend my life being like her - laughing, loving and LIVING.

After all folks, please remember....You're a long time dead.