A white home counties roadman suffers da rank consequences of misrememberin' peng gyal's birthday

FIFTEEN-year-old Active J, known in his detached home as Joshua Hudson, is in hot water for forgetting his girlfriend’s birthday.

DA other day Lady G hasked if we woz doin’ anyfink special hafter school. Active J sed: ‘Man will bust some righteous rap an’ do da laces in him’s 95s in a peng different way, innit.’ 

An’ she woz like: ‘Is dat all man finks habout, rappin’ an’ him’s nang 95s?‘ Man sed: ‘Yeah, wot is your point?’ An her sed: ‘Parentdem is takin’ Lady G to da fancypants restaurant tonight, called Flush, for her birthday scran. Remember, birthday?’ 

Man sed: ‘Why is you not bustin’ Maccy’s?’ An’ den Lady G went hyper-volcanic, fam. Her sed she never wants to see man hever hagain. An’ den she ended our 1,200 day Snapchat streak. Man knew den him woz in a bare deep beef ting.

Da day hafter in school all da gyaldem woz lookin’ haway an’ havoidin’ eye contact. Drilla sed it woz coz Active J ‘ad disrespected Lady G by forgettin’ her birthday. You throw shade on one gyal, you throw shade on all gyaldem. Even Miss Jackson sed she ‘ad heard habout man’s trouble an’ man needs to be nice to Lady G.

Da next day woz a non-ooniform day, so Joshua Hudson ‘ad to make a happearance to make up for Active J bein’ a bare badass. Man ‘ad to muggle-up an’ wear St. Michael peach polo shirt, Chinos the colour of sick an’ brown shoes. Rank!

Da next morning Joshua woz not flexin’ swag. Man woz hidin’ in da shadows, but crewdem saw Joshua an’ started laughin’ like hidiots. Joshua woz oomiliated an’ woz all over Hinsta an’ Snapchat in seconds, fam. 

Den, out of nowhere, Lady G happeared wiv gyaldem crew in a Mandarin Cheesecake fog, her favourite breakfast vape. Miss Jackson sed to pay Lady G a compliment, so Joshua sed: ‘Hello, Lady G. Your teeth look pretty, have you just brushed them?’

Lady G an’ da gyaldem just looked haway. Man sed: ‘Joshua is sorry he misremembered your birthday and super sorry for always thinking about himself and being a bossman roadman.’ Lady G an’ da gyaldem just crossed dem’s arms an’ kept lookin’ haway. Man limped off coz him’s muggle shoes woz rubbin’. Dat woz da lowest low of all lows, fam.

But den some learnbot gyals den crowded round man, sayin’: ‘Would you like help with your algebra, Joshua?’ An’: ‘Hi Josh, can I do the crop rotation homework with you?’ Joshua woz peng wiv da learnbot gyaldem, innit.

Den Lady G noticed an’ scattered da crowd of learnbots, an’ sed to man: ‘Lady G thanks Joshua Hudson for making a heffort, but doesn’t like Joshua as much as Active J. You is not a brand muggle, you is my hench bossman roadman. Now take dem rankman shoes off an’ swag hafter me to where man belongs.’

At da hastroturf, Lady G gave man a new Rhubarb Crumble vape. We chugged together an’ da fog made a heart shape in da cold air. Active J an’ Lady G kissed, an’ chugged hagain. Gassed, fam. Uber gassed!

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A confused millennial tries to… accept he's nearly 40

By Josh Gardner, who is mentally still enmeshed in the Twilight saga

A NEW year, a new chapter of epic lore waiting to be written. I can’t wait to see which ragebait will trigger me and which AI slop will trick me in the months ahead.

But, as I considered the 2026 to come, I began to crash out. Unless ChatGPT’s got its sums wrong – always possible – I’m only a couple of years away from turning 40, which is mathematically impossible.

After all, I’m a millennial. I’m society’s youth demographic. I’m the bogeyman who killed the housing market and made bank adverts woke. The idea that I’m hurtling towards middle age fills me with even more than my usual baseline of anxiety.

Am I really a chopped unc like my nephew claims? Now that I think about it, he is legally an adult, despite being born after 9/11 and in fact conceived on it. I had to retreat to my safe space/childhood bedroom to process the possibility that age might also happen to me.

Sadly my sus fears were confirmed when I floated birthday ideas with my friends. Laser tag was dismissed as ‘childish’, even on edibles.

I fired up my phone’s calendar app to do some detective work. Bizarrely, time had indeed moved on from my prime. The early noughties when I heroically opposed the Iraq war? 15 years ago and counting.

This explained a lot. Like how my friends found my use of Gen Z slang embarrassing, and the yelp of pain I involuntarily emit when standing up.

Okay, I don’t look or sound like a grown-up and I haven’t achieved any life milestones that would deem me an adult in the eyes of society, but physically I’m there. I must be the first person in history refusing to be chill about the ageing process.

40 always seemed so hypothetical, as distant as the heat death of the universe or the release of GTA VI. Sure, it was going to happen, but not in my lifetime. I’ve only just convinced myself being in your 30s is cooler than being in your 20s.

What if it gets worse? What if I come to terms with being 40 only to hit 50? The decades will whizz past like an Instagram reel. And that’s if I’m lucky enough not to die of Trump.

This realisation almost scared me into growing up. Thank Tarantino we’re in the middle of a 90s nostalgia boom so I can put off maturing for a few more years. If you need me I’ll be pre-ordering Pokemon Lego.