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we do like to be beside the seaside(s)…
Three different seasides in a week to be precise, and here I am just home from sunny (really!) Southend in time for my birthday – woohoo! Not just mine but that of Lord Byron (b.1788), Francis Bacon (b.1561) and also John Hurt (b.1940), whom along with Huey Morgan and my favourite of all Robert de Niro, I could happily listen…
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the f word…
Forty, that is – happy birthday to me! I am officially beginning my next decade, so yay! And to my blessed relief, I have been assured that this is no reason to start behaving like a grown up; just as well since I still intend to eat Dairylea and Chipsticks and I’ve just booked my next round of horror film…
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happy birthday to me! (again)
Yay! As ever, we will have the traditional moment of reflection to think kindly of those unfortunate ladies who do not have annual birthdays, some only managing to clock one up once every ten years or more. It’s all terribly sad, in more ways than one. I am posting before bed but after midnight (so it is technically Birthday) but…