It's a Saturday night and instead of being out partying the night away, drinking far too much and taking too many cringeworthy photographs I am sitting at my desk, drinking tea, attempting to write a blog. Is this what they call growing up? Liam is in work so I am left to my own devises and after exhausting the television of all it's reality tv goodness I have turned to the internet to quell my desire to be somewhere else.
It's funny, a year ago I'd have been out dancing until my feet ached, playing drinking games and downing straight shots of vodka before the boys even had a chance but to be honest (oh gosh the feeling sick at the thought of straight vodka just hit me) the appeal of going out has dampened for me. Last time I went out was for Gemma's birthday, a last minute night out, the kind I used to love because you would guarentee they woud be the best nights, but the first bar we walked into had so many people surrounding me my gut reaction was 'Help!'. Confronted by some rowdy lads who thought it would be funny to get up in Liams face and not let us past was just another straw to add to the suprisingly full camels back. We left that bar pretty quick and moved onto the K somewhere that I've spent years in. It was good don't get me wrong, the music wasn't bad and we could dance but I got bored and tired quickly and the idea of curling up in bed with my Liam was much more appealing than watching people dance and cause unnecessary drama (and I admit I was one of those once, much to my shame). So we left and the twenty-two pound cab ride home further pummeled in the idea that town just isn't for me any more.
I know I sound like a little old lady. I am aware that my twenties are meant to be the days when you go out and do all your partying but part of me wonders if I fast forwarded all that when I started at 14. I did the going out every night to clubs when I was 15 and had had enough by the time I was 16. I had a brief reprise last year but by the end I was truly looking for something to give me something else to do. I'm bored of town and doing all that stupid stuff that goes with it. I don't think I'm going to sit back in five or ten years and regret not going out now. When I think back to how I used to be I was a mess and I did some really stupid stuff, I don't regret, it was part of growing up and it has put me in the right mind frame so I can sit down and be okay with staying in now.
Perhaps I did grow up too soon but now I'm in the right place.
Anyway what else has happened. The general election has been announced for the 6th of May and I will be praying that it's a labour victory. I am not a huge labour supporter, I think that they need to get their act together more and they need to put all faith and trust behind Gordon Brown because no one can get anywhere if they dont have faith in their leader. The main reason I shall be voting labour however is so that the Conservative party don't get in. I can honestly say that if they get into power it will be a huge disappointment, it means the older upper classes have once again won out and here we are stuck with a government who does sod all for the majority. We have a labour poster in our window and we're meeting with the candidate for West Kirby tomorrow morning. We need a new system and we do need change but we need to go forwards not backwards in our thinking. Going back to where miners strikes and unemployment were the threads that ran through the decades tapestry is a bad idea, we need progress and we need stability. The conservatives have a policy that gives married couples tax breaks and advocates working at relationships rather than running at the first sign of difficulty perhaps we should take our lead from then and stick with the Labour party through the tought times, they've given us the good and to abandon them because of a world wide recession seems selfish. We need to hold on, keep faith and keep working together to build our economy not just for ourselves but for future generations.
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