Fuck’s sake. Thirty-fucking-five.
At least I can legally fuck someone half my age. Which isn’t really what one should be crowing about on a birthday, but other than that there’s not a lot else to gain.
I reserve the right to say “fuck” a lot on this post as I’m older than you. You young bastards.
At least I’m in a nice place – Chamonix, again. And I believe I’ll be in the bar from around 14:00 getting fucking hammered (while Newcastle likely suffer the same fate on the telly – ah well).
Happy birthday to me. Bah fucking humbug.