The Double Birthday Week!
As some of you will know, it was my birthday on Tuesday, a fab day which comprised of quiet study at home followed by an evening of excess and debauchery... well, champagne and a lot of dinner. Anyway, totally cool prezzies from the Kevster which I won't list, but the i-pod has been fun getting to know, the Alex Cox book on Spaghetti Westerns is fanTASTic, and the recession was announced to have reversed. I officially rock, therefore.
Tomorrow, we're off for a meal, pub visit and rock club in L'pool dressed as clowns, about 20 of us. T'will be ridiculous and hilarious. I shall enjoy eating a 1am kebab dressed as Coco.
Then next Tuesday is Kev's birthday *whisper - it's a big one - oooerrrr* He will be getting prezzies and stuff on the day, then the following weekend I'm whisking him away to an undisclosed location. The worst thing about it is that for the last 'x' months (at least!)I've wanted to tell him what his prezzies and trip away are and now the end is in sight. But with the same logic of the long distance runner who falls a hundred yards from the finishing line, I almost told him where we were going this evening, in the style of: 'When we go to *hooter noises*... oops' Thankfully, the words did not leave my lips and the secret is still safe.
Oh bugger. I talk in my sleep.
J
Tomorrow, we're off for a meal, pub visit and rock club in L'pool dressed as clowns, about 20 of us. T'will be ridiculous and hilarious. I shall enjoy eating a 1am kebab dressed as Coco.
Then next Tuesday is Kev's birthday *whisper - it's a big one - oooerrrr* He will be getting prezzies and stuff on the day, then the following weekend I'm whisking him away to an undisclosed location. The worst thing about it is that for the last 'x' months (at least!)I've wanted to tell him what his prezzies and trip away are and now the end is in sight. But with the same logic of the long distance runner who falls a hundred yards from the finishing line, I almost told him where we were going this evening, in the style of: 'When we go to *hooter noises*... oops' Thankfully, the words did not leave my lips and the secret is still safe.
Oh bugger. I talk in my sleep.
J