Hurrah, apparently, for today I am 37 years of age, if you believe my
driving license (so good i've been given six points!), passport (expired
and unlikely to get re-newed), bank records and all that cock. However,
that little bit of plastic that they tag new-borns with claims I was
born on the 18th.
Hence I'm allowing myself two birthdays. Last night was the "don't tell
anyone, just get nicely drunk with my close mates" birthday.
Today will be just like yesterday, but with more people buying me drinks
and me getting more arsey (I'm generally on an arsey-ness level of 4/10.
Thats like DEFCON 3 but without nukes, or in the parlance something like
"CLENCHED FIST").
Anyway...
My lovely (if somewhat distanced - I live in the Midlands, they live in
the North West) family sent me some nice cards.
Aw. Just like the envelope on the card I sent her.
"Mum said your hair looked like this" - Thanks Cath, really. I had
ringlets for 3 days, which you never saw. I was trying to forget the
time I looked like (The Lord Our God) Brian May.
Cards, Yay!
I photographed these against my home-made green-screen, and I've just
noticed that my camera is set up wrong.
Sadly i'm too drunk to do it all again.
Notice to Catherine: Your "To my Brother" card claims that I have it
all: This is patently rubbish.
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Style: Um, no. Ancient T-shirts, grey denims and George shirts
are not stylish. Even Clarkson is more stylish than me.
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Good Looks: Ok, so I appreciate that you have the same genetic
roots as myself and thus can't say that i'm ugly without tarring
yourself as a swamp-donkey or sea-monster, but really, be honest.
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Charm: Hmm. I think its obvious that I'm as charming as a
scorpion pit. Or Stoke.
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Wit: Yes, I am witty. And sarcastic. And abrasive. I don't mean
to sound cruel, heartless and nasty, but I am, so that's just how it
comes out.
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Coolness:
No I am not cool. Nearly all my clothes are
black, an my haircut is approaching that of Terry Nutkin's. I cannot
be cool. I do, however, wear a 50s style bike jacket and get
called by a called by a contraction of my surname (Blue), just like
The Fonz. And Arthur Fonzerelli was cool, so I must be too! Actually,
the only things that would make me more cool would be a narrowboat and
a Land Rover (sublte hints).
I do not have it all, but in the words of Mercury, May, Deacon and
Meddows-Taylor, "I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, And I want
it now!"
Finally, I'd like to say "Hello, I'm still alive!" to Doctor Patel, who
in 1995 (when I was 24) quoted "Torch Song" by Marillion in telling me
that if I maintained my lifestyle, I wouldn't reach 30. In your face!
(I'll probably have a heart attack tomorrow).
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