Time Flies (Again)

Bejasus, it’s just occurred to me that in two month’s time, I’ll be thirty-bleedin’-four. Now that’s scary.

It doesn’t seem all that long since we were down at Prospect Tower in Kent for my thirty-third last November, but then again it doesn’t seem like all that long since I was seeing in my thirtieth sat on the beaches in Lanzarote either.

Time flies when you’re having fun. Or so they say.


One Comment on “Time Flies (Again)”

  1. Vaughan says:

    Having been thirty-four for, ooh, let me think, just over a month now, I can confirm it’s great, mainly because you get over all those worries about suddenly being taken away and crucified, which tend to occupy your mind all through being thirty-three.


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