Diary_: I used to Rock - didn't I?

I used to be a bit of a geezer - at least I thought I was. NEVER a conformist, always rebelling against normality, I used to be into Goth music and have periods of darkness, I used to ride a powerful motorbike which I would take out at 2am in blurred torrent of speed and adrenaline just because I couldn't sleep. I used to play in a band - we were crap - but that wasn't the point.

Now - well - now I have just bought a Volvo. A VOLVO! Jesus that is wrong. If you are a biker you would understand the level of wrongness we are talking about here.

That is just the tip of the conformist iceburg.

I used to worry about tank slapping at 120mph on the M3 and wiping out - now I worry about colour combinations in my living room and whether or not it would be a travesty to cover up the lovely 1950?s parquet flooring with carpet. I used to dream about a new 1200cc bike, now I dream about range cookers with matching extractor hoods. I used to get sneering looks from suits in pubs when I walked in greasy leathers, now I do the sneering.

Funny thing is, and this is the bit I don?t quite get, I am happier now than I have EVER been. I guess I will suffer this slight angst about being a sell-out to my old ways, I guess this will culminate in a midlife crisis where I buy that 1200cc bike and break a few bones. I am really happy with my colour scheme woes, my kitchen dreams and just being a conformist family man albeit one who listens to dark and depressing gothic rock from time to time.

The Volvo you ask? - well.. it is a t4 high compression turbo as used by our wonderful boys in blue it has AC, traction control and.... no no no... YOU SEE WHAT IS HAPPENING - I am boasting about a God damned Volvo - it is WRONG.

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