Tuesday, 23 June 2009

...my birthday

It's my birthday today. I'm 34.

In 30 more years I won't be able to sing that shit Paul McCartney song because I'll actually be 64. I can't wait. Either that or I'll be hit by a bus.


God I'm depressed.

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6 Comments:

At 23 June 2009 at 12:01 , Blogger Kath Lockett said...

Don't be!

Being thirty four is magnificent - you're still on the right side of thirty, you can still be immature and wear what you like without risking the scorn of other people...

You were born in the seventies, not the sixties so you can claim to be Gen X or Gen Y whenever the situation suits you.

Happy Birthday.

And hey - how about posting up some of your art again, birthday boy?

 
At 23 June 2009 at 17:33 , Blogger Femikneesm said...

Happy Birthday MATP!

 
At 23 June 2009 at 18:41 , Blogger Lorna Lilo said...

Shit, your ancient. Happy birthday.

 
At 23 June 2009 at 19:48 , Blogger eleanor bloom said...

Jeez. Being older than you (by about 18 months) there's no way I'm going to call you old (you young thing you!). Just enjoy and make people bring you beer. Will make the next swig of my Coopers for you.
*swish*
*gulp*








......*'urp*

 
At 23 June 2009 at 22:06 , Blogger The Man at the Pub said...

Aw shucks, thanks everyone. It's not that bad and I had a pretty good day, even with my Q in London.

Don't mind the drabness. I'm experimenting with a new blog technique for a while, kind of like a Japanese meal; lots of it in small portions, so I must keep things brief...

...plus I have been feeling a bit old of late.

Oh and art, there will be art. I have permission to start converting the old guy's room into a studio. Very excited!

 
At 24 June 2009 at 20:23 , Blogger the projectivist said...

oh lovely Man at the Pub - hope your birthday was wonderful!
x

 

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