Logan's Run

So what did I do with one of my days off? I took a trip to the new Borders store that just opened in my town, don't know about you guys, but I hate going into a shop where there are more staff than customers, don't get me wrong, its a nice store, bloody huge, but took me an age to find the section I wanted. Now I could have asked one of the many staff members lingering for help, but being slightly neurotic I didnt for a number of reasons A: Bored staff want to follow you around and get into conversations
B: Who do you choose? Its like picking a puppy from the pound
C: I needed the excerise

Anyway, I didnt get anything, I just wanted to be nosey mainly, but its funny how book shops have grown in the UK since I was a little boy, this one had a Starbucks in it filled with flocks of mothers and babies, situated on a level that sold cds and dvds. I have to admit, I don't read nearly as much as I should, thanks to growing up with TV and the Thundercats I now have the attention span of a fish, but did I go to Borders for some other sinister reason? Carrying on the whole 30 is weird thing, being single again I find that I am too old for clubbing, you go into these places now and feel like your in the party section at McDonalds, and lets face it, do you really find the girl you want to settle down with in a night club? Priorities change, don't want to hang out with party girls (not that I did before I was 30 LOL) The point I am trying to make is that if you believe in finding love with a chance encounter, I would rather find her in a book shop than drunk out of her skull in a club, please let me know if that makes sense or not

I am stuck, I have two weeks annual leave and nowhere that I want to go to, its not due to lack of funds, but more to do with lack of interest, so what am I talking about? A couple of years ago I went travelling for about 8 months, and now that I am back I have no inclination to go visit anywhere else, just cant figure why, the world is full of wonders, there is so much of the Earth I have not seen, but my desire to get up and see them is gone. Part of me thinks it has to do with tv, on sky there are so many programmes and channels dedicated to travel that are repeated over and over that you often feel 'been there, done that' even though the longest trip you have taken is to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, now I know tv is no substitute for real life, but is it also taking away any mystery that is left in the world?

Travelling did have plenty of ups and downs, and I will probably go on about the perils of meeting fellow backbackers that you really can't stand to be around another time, but lets just say the world is so small now, or maybe I just don't get excited about it anymore, I really hope I do catch the travel bug again, its got to be better than fixing the creaky back gate or cleaning the shed.......oh my god I have settled down!!

I still can't believe I just turned 30, it used to be such a dirty word to me, but it has happened, and to be honest I am ok with it, well sort of. I guess sitting here typing out a blog kind of reflects things, while concentrating on trying to string together a coherent sentence I am also thinking why arent I curled up on a sofa or a bed, or a sofa-bed with a woman rather than sitting at a dinner table watching South Park repeats and surfing the net, why do I suddenly want to start buying the Guardian instead of the Sun? Why is Arnie no longer cool? How did I come to swap McDonalds for Starbucks? Why am I so intolerent of Americans? (sorry to any American readers, this is based upon a specific type of American, blog about that another day) I love their movies and drama series, and yet the thought of actually going to America fills me with dread when once I was so sure I wanted to live there.

Some may say its to do with maturing, though I don't feel that mature, mature is another dirty word, its like saying goodbye to an old friend, swapping your beloved Nike trainers for a pair of carpet slippers...ok, so I am blabbering on with no particular point to make, which again is something I never used to do, neither was writing blogs, although I am seeing the therapeutic benefits of it, or am I just blogging to take my mind offa recent split with my girlfriend, but no, I am not that bitter, this is my first blog, a blog virgin at the age of 30, still watching SouthPark and possibly suffering a Peter Pan complex

Adios