Early November = Birthday time

For some reason the 6 million or so people who had seen this rap video of Bert and Ernie chose not to inform me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=21OH0wlkfbc

Well then, that's 6 million or so people who WON'T be getting Christmas cards from me next month. To be honest its kind of a let off, I'm still without paid employment and thus cannot afford 6 million Christmas cards.

Anyways, early November brings along with it a reminder that 24 years ago I was yanked kicking and screaming from the womb of a pregnant lady. And kick and scream we should. Its amazing we all grow up to be sane thinking about it. Stories abound of people who are traumatised at a young age and have trouble fitting in later in life.
Surely having to be told at age 0 that we must now breathe, eat, and drink through the mouth rather then through the belly button, that we must interact with hundreds of other people and not even have the ability to tell the ones we don't like to fuck off just yet, that we have entered into a world where crime, drugs, war and X-factor exist, would turn us all into homicidal maniacs shortly after hitting puberty. But it doesn't. Strange that isn't it.

I digress. My birthday was lovely, family friends came to the house and we ate, drank and had merriment. A small amount of cack fireworks were lit in celebration of that great dude Guy Fawkes who failed to blow up parliament back in 1605. I do like how my birthday falls on bonfire night, something pretty special about fireworks and bonfires on your birthday.
My lovely grandma also made me a brilliant cake in the shape of a hedgehog. Its just spectacular.

Grans make the best cakes. Despite what the old lady in the movie production of Matilda made us believe. Actually that cake looked good to, the lady was just nasty. MY gran filled my cake with loving awesomeness. And for your reference loving awesomeness tastes like chocolate cake with a strong element of coffee and some chocolate buttons thrown into the mix. 

At le party I received the following; some awesome (and probably expensive) aftershave from the lovely McDonaghs, a pair of jeans from my sister, some forrero roccer from my godfather, some new trainers from mum and a slab of chocolate numminess from my dads boyfriend. All in all was loovely. The night was full of socialising and ended in a big talk about the Labour Party and the potential for a book group.

Most of the presents I got from others, including me dad turned out to be money which is just what the doctor ordered as I am off to the stag doo of my lovely ex-roommate Daniel who gets married next feb. December 10th - 12th will see me in Newcastle where I will participate in a grand lads weekend out. The lineup includes, in order, a strip club, paint balling, free Indian meal and a night on the town at some VIP clubs. Controversial as it may seem to say, the strip club I believe will probably be a let down without some careful going. Being male, I am lumped with the stereotype that I must enjoy and should actively seek out the opportunity to plant myself in front of naked ladies and follow their privates with my eyes like I'm taking some sort of perverted test for concussion. And don't get me wrong, it'll be nice for a few minutes. Unfortunately for the remaining few hours I will be intensely aware of the fact that I'm surrounded by seedy drooling men with erections. It won't be pretty. Fingers crossed they'll actually be normal folks on stag doos like us, we'll have a laugh at a table somewhere then get the betrothed one a lap dance.

Paint balling will be fun but painful, the Indian will be tasty and the night out will be hilarious. Cannot wait.

Last to say that I've changed my CV and Cover Letter a lot recently, I'm more optimistic then I have been in the past so things aren't so bad!

Allow me to leave you with the quote from my favourite happy birthday song by the Arrogant Worms (mainly to test the quote option)

Happy birthday!
Now you're one year older
Happy birthday!
Your life still isn't over
Happy birthday!
You did not accomplish much
But you didn't die this year
I guess that's good enough

Till next time!