Like an large pot hole in the middle of a narrow road, my 30th birthday is upon me. There nothing I can do about it except accept that I’m going to slightly fuck up my suspension. There’s a profound thought. Life is a series of bumps in the road and it’s about how good your suspension is at dealing with those bumps.

But I’m waffling. After a fantastic birthday party with my friends in town where I celebrated my face off with some ribs and wings, I settled on two presents for myself; one adult, one juvenile.

The first is a short weekend away (in a few days) to Sedona, Arizona with my lovely girlfriend. It’ll be the perfect quiet, picturesque, getaway with photo opportunities in abundence. We’ll have time to walk, hike, take photos, eat, relax and make fun of hippies.

The other is an Xbox 360. And it’s really, really great. Surprisingly great. And I spent an inordinate amount of time debating whether to get one. But in the end, I realised that I still enjoy childish persuits and will so for a very long time. (I’d like to make a proper write up of my xbox experience soon.)

Being 30 is just like being 20. Except you’re more tired afterwards.