- or why I’ll never grow up

• You can flip off a cab driver who tries to run you over, then walk away giggling to yourself that you got away with it.
• You can spend a day playing vintage video games and feel like you’ve done a good job
• You’re always the “cool” aunt.
• You can wear sneakers and hoodies and not have to pretend that you enjoy wearing heels or this season’s is-it-a-dress-or-a-top? numbers.
• You can take delight in discovering and using new swearwords – and recycling old ones. I currently enjoy saying $#!TB@LL$, D!P$#!T, Fv(k$T!(KS,
  Fv(K’T@RD, G!ZZRaG, B!T(#T!T$, Fv(KETY, (o(K$P@NK
• You also take delight in inventing names in your head for the strangers you see every day. On my bus there’s The Serial-Killer, The Monkeyman, The Barbie Twins, Mr Dad Joke, The Fatcats, The Drama Queen of Antiquity (okay, so I just made up that last one now – but it is about a real person on the bus and I promise to use it from now on).
• You’re like a kid in a candy store… when you’re in a candy store (especially one of those imported candy stores such as Treats from Home – corrrrr blimey!).
• There may be cons to being this juvenile, but you’re too busy writing a self-indulgent blog to notice.
• Anything grown-up (swellegant-elegant parties, negotiations in business, using the abbreviation “FY08″) is foreign enough to be almost as exciting as visiting another planet.