I’m Only Twenty-Nine
Yes, it’s my birthday today. I’m not at work today (yippee!) so these are my plans for the rest of the day.
1. Become delighted that I managed to find a song mentioning being twenty-nine in it. Confusingly, it is titled Seventeen. For some reason I find the way Mr Rotten says “I can’t even be bothered” hilarious every time. I’m not sure I’m supposed to.
2. Become impressed, slightly disturbed and flattered by MJ’s birthday tribute to me. (note: NSFW, natch)
3. Do the washing. Tedious but it’s needs to be done. I don’t want to be wandering around in launderette chic on my birthday.
4. I’m meeting a friend of mine for lunch. In McDonalds. Oh yes, I’m reet classy me.
5. I need to go to the bank.
6. I might go shopping.
7. I intend to have nine wanks.
8. I may have been lying about the last one.
9. Pub tomorrow. Intoxication awaits!
Have nine and a half wanks, then Kim Basinger might turn up.
Happy (sticky) birthday.
x
It’s the youngsters with the long hair and flares nowadays.
Have a smashing day, Billy.
Hurrah! 29 and not a scratch on you. Well done!
Happy Birthday! Make it through the day unscathed.
Nine wanks?
You really ARE only 29, aren’t you!
*impressed*
Happy Birthday, Billy!
Enjoy. It’s the last birthday you can. Next one is an existential crisis waiting to happen, and after that, you just try to forget they exist.
Wouldn’t it get a bit chafed? Nine, I mean.
Oh Tim, don’t be silly. Three in the morning, three in the afternnoon and three in the evening. He certainly won’t have the energy by the time he’s in his thirties, so he may as well do it now, chafing or not.
Happy birthday.
Happy Birthday!
Thanks for all the kind wishes, guys.
I feel I should clarify the “nine wanks” comment. I was intended to choose an outrageously high number. After all I’m not 14.
Happy birthday, young Billy. And take no notice of Tim and his grumpy-old-man persona, once you get into your thirties things get even better. So I found, anyway.
Hope you are not feeling too exhausted and had a great day. Romo xx
It’s not a persona, I’ll have you know, it’s a simulacrum.
Well my twenties have been better than my teens, or thereabouts. We will see…