… I won’t mention it’s MY BIRTHDAY ON SUNDAY!!!
Oh yes, at 10:10pm, GMT, I officially turn 41.
Hang on, FORTY FUCKING ONE???
That means it’s only 9 years till I’m 50 … and 29 years till I’m mature.
How the hell did that happen?
9 years is nothing and yet it’ll pass in what will seem like the blink-of-an-eye, so the minimum number of goals I must of achieved by then are:
1/ Prepare for my retirement.
2/ After training to be a teacher.
3/ See Ghostbusters. [I promised Graeme Douglas]
4/ Marry Angelina. Or at least give her a couple.
5/ Have a kid. [Not with Angelina, she’s got enough]
6/ Do my timesheets.
7/ Have money saved for their future.
8/ Get a real job.
Fuck. I’m destined for unwhelming, underachieving failure.
On the positive side, I’m still younger than Andy so life is pretty good.