Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.

So today is my 22nd birthday.
It’s rather an odd one as it feels like the start of my proper twenties – proper adulthood.
21 still felt young. 22 feels older.
Couple this with the fact I’ve now got friends that are engaged, friends with children and friends with houses and I’ve realised just how unattached I am…
I’ve got a blog. Does that count?

Anyway – in true marriage vs mixtape style, I’ve decided to commit to several (trivial) tasks to be completed during my 22nd year. Below.

1. Review 22 gigs.
2. Review 22 albums.
3. Talk about my 22 favourite brands.
4. Visit 22 London pubs (and take a photo).

I know – what a commitment.