Happy Birthday, This Morning

This Morning is 20 years old.
My gaaahd.
It's strange to think that it's just over two years older than me, it's the type of show that feels like it's been running forever but it only started in '88..
Makes me feel a bit old, really.

It was Tom's birthday the other week and he pointed out something that really struck me, something that's really obvious but you never really think about. This is the only chance you'll ever get to be the age you are. I only have two months left of being 17 and then that's it. No more 17 year old japes anymore. It's a bit mad, really, and ever so scary. In, like, twenty years, I'll be looking back and remembering being this age and probably wishing I could go back but, y'know, unless time travel has been invented then - which I sadly doubt - I'll have to remain a 37 year old.

Another strange thought: The BASS has closed down. Now, anyone reading this has no idea what/who the BASS is, so I shall explain. The BASS is the Baxter Avenue Suicide Squad. It is 'party house'. My brother's friends live there, and pretty much live the life all teens long for. They embody Skins. Usually my brother's social life would not affect me, but the habitants of the BASS were not just Alex's friends, but family friends. Jonesy used to come round for dinner and a spliff every Sunday (I know, I know) and we used to go to the BASS to some of the parties, although, me being the age I was, I used to mostly remain in the big bedroom watching The Simpsons, or playing Playstation games with stoned/drunk partygoers.
Good times.
However, most of the BASS are nearing their late twenties/early thirties and are moving out of 'party house' and into their own places. It's a sad sad day for Newcastle's social scene.

Back to me. I'm still ill, with whatever dreadful bug thing is plagueing Leonard's population (everyone is ill! everyone!) and that combined with a lovely migraine has ruined my week's plans. It is Friday, y'see, and that means Friday night. I need to go out tonight.

Need.

but being in the ill state I am, I don't know if that is going to happen. My mum is a hard one to persuade. Ahh man.
I really hope I can go out. I'm sick of being stuck in the house. I mean, yeah, I'm a fan of staying inside for a day or so but I can't deal with three days straight, and missing out on my Friday night. Aaaargh.

Anyway, I'm going to go have a bath, tidy my room in the hope that Tom's going to stay over tomorrow, and then start to mither my mum to let me go out.
t'rahhh