Today is my birthday and I am 37 years old.
I've more hair growing in strange places hair shouldn't grow.
No matter how much I diet and exercise I still have a thick layer of fat hiding my six pack.
My eyebrows are starting to go grey.
Every birthday message I have received so far has started, "Happy Birthday you old git."
No one bought me an X-Box 360.
I hear the pub calling and it's not even 11am.
Another year not commissioned.
Life sure knows how to kick you in the balls.
On the positive side Susie bought me a shiny new strappy-briefcase-bagtype-thingy so that I will look ever so professional when I'm eventually called into a meeting with a producer to discuss my work. I like my shiny present. Happy Birthday to me :-)
7 comments:
Happy Birthday you old git.
Well, who am I to rock the boat??!
Happy Birthday you sprightly young lamb. It is Spring after all.
Thank you for that, Lucy.
Cheers, Danny. I'm off up the Riverside now to sink a couple of pints of the black stuff.
Happy birthday! It's been a packed week for natal anniversaries.
Happy birthday, spring chicken (meself, I hit forty in five days time).
Have faith. You will use that briefcase.
bumbawumba, you're a very strange man.
Lee: scary photo, but thanks. Love your comments.
Paul Campbell.....hahahahaha old man you are :-P Just jesting
Kenny????? Who the F$&k are you???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
My birthday is over. Thank you!!!!
Happy Birthday!
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