Tagged: Birthday

Yes I am actually 40 years old right now. 40. Fourty. I had a little wobble the day before I turned 40 – this whole, shit I’m about to turn 40 and I don’t have a house, car, wife, kids, management job – not that I actually want any of them, but that didn’t matter on the last day of being in my 30’s. I was a bit miserable that day. Quite a bit. Thankfully, I had the foresight to take my birthday off work, and my trusty sister had spare holiday, so after a morning of getting shit done, …

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Last year I had a bit of a miserable birthday – it was a Monday, I felt rubbish, I ate loads of junk food, I didn’t have the best day at work and then I had a really disappointing M&S pie for dinner. So I resolved to take my birthday off this year. I did. It seems that I spent half the day responding to birthday messages – some pretty damn brilliant ones on Facebook in particular, but I did manage to do a few other things. I think. Bacon and egg …

So I am skint again.  I have enough for rent, bills, food and the train to work but my fun budget for the rest of the month is just £14.00. I knew it was coming.  I spent wildly during the last 6 weeks of 2013, with 3 trips to London and 1 to Manchester, plus Christmas presents and some treats for myself.  I had a lot of fun though. There is something perversely enjoyable about being skint, it’s a bit like getting sunburnt. I enjoy the challenge of making what little money I do have last.  There is much more …

Happy birthday to me,Happy birthday to me,Happy birthday beautiful, amazing me, Have a pint of gravy. OK so my birthday was yesterday but I am so busy and behind with everything – I haven’t even finished writing my review of 2012 yet. Thank you for all my wishes, I hope I have responded to them all individually (Facebook makes everything more difficult). I had two wishes for my birthday, well realistic ones anyway – hot water and gravy. Firstly the heating miraculously starting working overnight on Monday so hot water returned (though still pretty damn cold in my house thanks to heating politics). And …

I am pretty sure that was my best birthday ever.  I seem to surpass myself every year.  Life really does get better as you get older (as long as you want it to, and you allow it).   I don’t know about anyone else, but I always have this kind of apprehension before my birthday – will people want to come and celebrate it with me?  Silly really, because every year I seem to surpass expectations and the previous year – or perhaps more accurately those who help me celebrate it make sure it is better than the previous year. …

I just fancy writing a blog.  I have no structure in mind, I am just writing because I want to. I’m happy – looking on the bright side of life still seems very easy.  If I had to have a complaint at the moment, then it would be my seeming inability to convince a company that I would be an excellent asset to invest in. I will show you an example, look at this item of clothing I bought the other day: It is not exactly clear what this item of clothing should be, it could be a hat, or …

Some people hide from celebrating their birthday, but not me, not even though I am turning a wise 32 very shortly. Me being me, I am not having just one celebration – I am having two.  Two or three, depending on whether Hull City win. Saturday 14th January (8 days before my birthday) I am going to fabric as some kind of unofficial birthday celebration for myself (and JP, don’t tell him I said anything as he likes to hide his birthday!) – Mr C, and the amazing Konrad Black in the main room, techier stuff in room 2 and …