In dog years..... I'm dead.

And so it begins. The slow waft towards the light. The sounds of the death march playing in the background. Pushing up the daisies. A coffindodger. Cashing in my chips. Being taken out feet first. Time to pay the piper. It's time ladies and gentleman to take an earth bath.

In less than a weeks time I'll be forty years of age or as my flatmate puts it, entering my 41st year. I however prefer to say I'm 18 with 22 years of experience. I like the sound of that.

Actually, I couldn't give a rats arse about being 40, I just wanted to see if any of you lot would shed a sympathetic tear, which, I'm assuming you didn't.

The birthday celebrations began in earnest on Friday gone.

Straight after work I popped round to Lisa & Marks place.


Lisa I've know since my very first visit here back in 1989 and Mark is her new husband of 18 months, though they have been together about 8 years I think. They have one of the best views you can get from a flat in Sydney. In fact their answermachine says "You've reached Lisa & Mark up at 'The Lookout".



These are the people who blew me out last week so offered to make me a dinner of my choice this week. So....roast pork, brussels and yorkshires it was. They did "Aussiefy" it by adding roast pumpkin, but I managed to shove that to the side of the plate when no-one was looking.

We sat at table '40' courtesy of a stolen table number thingy you get in restaurants. Just like the ones the husbands get in Sainsbury's on a Saturday morning when they order their bacon sarnie in the restaurant whilst 'mum' and the 2.4 kids hurtle around the aisles screaming "Mum, can I have a Rabbit?"



I digress. Mark and I started with a couple of beers, whilst Lisa did womens work in the kitchen. You know the sorta thing, peeling taters, scrubbing pans and other such things that men demand of their wenches. We allowed her to join us after a few beers and we started the champers darling.

By the time dinner was ready, we had finished the champers so we had wine to wash down the pork and yorkshires. After our main course, we had a choice of three desserts, but by now, we were all pretty sloshed and not much eating was being done.



The whole idea of this dinner was to wish me happy birthday and it started early, so we could finish early as we all had things to do the next day.

I'm told by my flatmates that I staggered thru the door at 3am.

Needless to say, I didnt get up in time for my planned trip to the Sydney Royal Easter Show.....