What the hell is next?
Transportable biros?
Mobile smart phones?
Portable shoes?
Talking of ridiculous and mental, I will end this post by saying a very happy birthday to my brother from another mother, Paul.
He’s 44 today.
FOURTY FOUR!!!
I remember when we were 8 years old and worked out that we’d be 30 in the year 2000 and that seemed like a lifetime away.
Fortunately for him, he still acts as he did in 1978 so while the years are adding up, the maturity level remains exactly the same.
Happy birthday my lovely man, can’t wait to see you in July.