I turn 18 this year. I potentially go to uni this year. I get a new job this year. I start paying tax this year. I gain a vote at the next election this year. It's that big a year, I may as well be sent a telegram from the Queen while we're at it.
This year will shape who I will become for the rest of my life. It's the same for everyone who will turn 18 this year. I know I'm not the only one, but it's one of those situations where you feel isolated and you are the only one who can sort it. And I'm a twin.
But I guess it is the one thing that I can be thankful for - I only get half the moaning from my parents, because Katie gets the rest. Well, I say half. It's more like 75%, but we'll gloss over that one...
So as the fireworks were going off at midnight yesterday, and the whole world woke up to a new year, I decided to reflect. Instead of doing our normal run down the road waving at every bloody car that drives past and swearing at the ones who don't honk their horns, I watched the telly. I watched the display on the Thames in London, and smiled to myself.
If this year is gonna go well, it had best start with a bang. It did in London, so it can for me. A lot of work, a lot of coffee and probably a lot of drunken nights too, but bloody hell, I'm gonna have fun this year.
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