22

I am sitting in a cafe next to Victoria Station waiting for the nextt Oxford tube. Nearby, I can overhear some people arguing that with globalization, internet should be free for all. And perhaps in ten years, one will no longer need to pay for it in public places. As it is my birthday I thought I would treat myself to a latte. And there is free wifi! Had a great dinner last night at Kastoori, in Tooting, with Granny and Jeremy, Ant and Cath, and Lou and Bertrand, which was good fun, and very generous of Jeremy. Didn't quite get the lie in I was hoping for, as Alice and Jamie came terring down, but a good breakfast and nice to see the family on my birthday. Went walking around Green Park, and all the 'fancy' shops on Bond street, regent street etc. and spent a bit of time at the India Tourism Ministry, getting some travel info. Back to Oxford now, and then a spot of golf in the evening and a few drinks to see off the day.

On a more philosophical side, 22. Well. It seems like after my 18th birthday, every birthday seems to come quicker and quicker. I can clearly remember last year having some mates around to play poker, and now that day has come around.

A birthday is special, but only to oneself. Other than that, it is just a normal day, of which is often not really different to any other. Except you get a bit of attention. 22 is getting on. Soon, it will be 23, then 24 and so on. Perhaps the lesson, is just to live every day as it was the last?

At least your birthday gives you a bit of time to think about yourself afterall!