Indeed, it has been 28 years since I came into being, and of course the slow yet steady decline begins as youth is fleeting away from my battered skin cells. Indeed things had been so silly that last year, the whole birthday thing didn’t even get a mention. The one thing for the whole of September was in fact, that someone used a photo from this site. Indeed, something we all know was so earth shattering it had to be remarked on.
Well this year, that will be only slightly different.
You see, as I’ve gotten older and also further away from people I knew once upon a time, birthdays have become nothing more than a day off from work, and really nothing further than that. It becomes a subtle kick in the balls as it were, just like christmas etc, that time is passing by and all the while, things are moving on, and also people are moving on. Yet you’re the one that remains pretty much the same, you’ve still got an arse the size of the moon, the social skills of head lice, and a face that could derail a moving train at 100 metres.
Like the whole thing about New Year’s for example, which we all know is coming rather soon now, you think that yes it should be celebrated and then use it as a stepping stone, a line in the sand, to boost yourself, start fresh, achieve that special list of things you’ve always wanted to do. And then reality kicks in.
No-one should kid themselves. At the end of the day you will have been fashioned by the sum of your experiences and how you will act going forward will only be subject to those experiences, we don’t suddenly change our entire behaviour.




I actually don’t care if you are, because I’m a smug b*****d not bothered with the thrilling adventure that is car ownership in London. Instead I’d like to draw attention to a site that all us fellow obese (sorry, we’re just meant to use either the words “fat” or “tubby”, political correctness gone mad I say.) people of the world, I say of the world, as we all look like we’ve eaten one.
Now, I first learned of this bunch of vagabonds from a copy of SFX in the UK, and because it sounded so bizarre, twisted, and yet still better than the Best Of Chris Moyles on Radio 1 podcast, I started to download them and listen.
