Well it's here. The day that I've been dreading for the last three years... My 30th Birthday.

And now it's here, it's not so bad.

My agonising over turning 30 is based firmly in the 'what exactly have I done with my life' category. I still live with my parents, with a joke of a job and no real idea of what I want to do with myself for the time that I have left on this planet. If being a professional dreamer was a career opportunity then to date I would have 2 television series, 2 mini series, 1 movie, a merchandise empire, 3 Baftas, 2 Golden Globes and an Emmy on my mantelpiece and would have appeared on Mtv Cribs, twice. (My London mansion and Los Angeles villa.) Alas reality is much more real and I'm the only person who can change what I've got. So I'm working on it, I have some tentative plans, some ideas and the realisation that I have to get out of the place I have worked for since university and known all my life. Time to cast aside the safety net.

But back to today. My girl is with me, on my actual birthday and she took me out for dinner. My diet is either forgotten for the evening or birthday calories don't count, especially when there is crispy coated mushrooms and lemon and herb chicken to be had. I'll only turn 30 once and shouldn't have to suffer the whole day.

Although a milesone birthday should be marked with a appropriate present, according to my parents, they had no clue what to buy me. I'm not a girly girl and so jewelery and clothes don't excite me. Nor do ornaments, pottery and plates like it does my sister. But they found the perfect gift: A Nintendo Wii, with extra controller and sports package. WHOO YEAH. It seemed that I had dropped enough hints.

It may well have been late by this time but we decided to do the shopping for my party. You should have seen the look on my sisters face when she saw the chocolate cake I was planning on buying. It would seem that the diet is forgotten for the whole weekend.

So Happy Birthday to me.

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