Twenty Seven, the new Twenty Six.

I turned 27 yesterday.

That's right, this young thang is, well, not so young any more. I'm not moaning mind you - I have a good feeling about 27.

27, old enough to be classed as a working professional, but that 2 in front lets you claw on to your youth. You can still make mistakes, you can still go out on a night long bender, just don't expect the sympathy when you're feeling like death in the morning - you're old enough to know better.

SO what will this year hold for me? What am I going to do differently at this age? Well, this could be the year that I do the transition to "older gay'...you know the type I mean, we've all seen them.

The new "older gay" me visits, no, make that peruses, Heals department store of a weekend, looking for things I don't really need, but beautiful things that I really want, things absolutely necessary to enrich my life.

I watch the news in the morning and reads real newspapers, not the free ones you get on the tube, I follow this up with various topical discussions about said world events with other 27 year olds.

After work, I meet with my friends and we catch an independent art movie or some musical theatre.

I will ensure that my wardrobe is made up of Heritage brands...if it's not Burberry, Barbour or Ralph Lauren I don't want to know. It's what we older men wear, that and spectacles.

I will frequent a coffee bar (OK, Starbucks) on a Sunday morning before catching a photography exhibition, this will spark an interest which will develop into a hobby - nothing serious, just a bit of fun, just a few snaps that I will have framed and placed around my flat, it's what we call talking points when throwing dinner parties.

Nights out will still occur, naturally, however they will become less frequent. I wont drink during the week, oh no, Friday's it is, that gives me two days to recover. I will drink champagne cocktails or a simple vodka and tonic - I'm so deep.

As I type this I can feel myself disagreeing with myself - Oh God, I feel a rebellious streak coming through, a mutton dressed as lamb, shot drinking, dance floor hogging man trying to escape...perhaps 27 is the age that I find a balance, yes a balance, that's a good start right? Quick someone grab me a disco ball!

- Posted (with love) from my gorgeous iPad.