We Can't Get As High As We Got On That First Night
I turned 21 on Saturday. I spent my birthday in the Northeast with my dad watching Sunderland v.s Tottenham, something that had been planned for ages as he's a massive Sunderland fan and he's successfully dragged me along for the ride over the years. The game ended 1-1 , predictably with the disappointment of a last minute Robbie Keane equalizer. Before the game, we had a brief tour of the stadium which at one point involved me standing in Sunderland's dressing room with their manager and captain. As has become the custom over the years in rooms predominantly containing strangers, I said nothing. Anyway, above is a photo of my dad and I sitting in the home dugout at the Stadium of Light. Savour it, pictures of me in suits are fairly thin on the ground. My mum rang me up later on and asked me if it felt like I was 21. I told her no, which was true, although I didn't particularly want to acknowledge it anyway. The idea that I should be a fully fledged adult now is depress...