We've kept it low-key this year. Lyn's faith is such that she's uncomfortable with making a fuss about birthdays, and whilst I take up the baton and organise the kid birthdays (My Facebook friends can tell you about how sweary I became recently whilst organising Connor's McDonald's party last week...) for myself, I'm not so fussed. I picked out my own present a month or so ago-- massive gag cartoon collections from Punch and The New Yorker-- and a certain level of skintness has meant that, rather than head out to dinner as is our normal wont, I'm about to be fed a massive plate of home-made butter chicken, crack open a beer (in honour of the way I generally feel these days, we're trying out something called 'Fat Yak' ale), and then trough my way past a bowl of amazing slow-cooked peach & apple cake with custard.
Yum :)
However, one tradition remains untouched, and that's my moment of birthday morbidity. To whit, my annual list of far more famous and talented people who I have outlived. This year's offering involves pirates, porn stars, junkies and suicides, which should tell you the sort of company I'm keeping these days :)
Ta, as they say in the classics, da:
- Blackbeard
- Charlotte Bronte
- Harry Chapin
- Dimebag Darryl
- Ted Demme
- Lolo Ferrari
- George Gershwin
- Florence Griffith Joyner
- John-John Kennedy
- Sam Kinnison
- Mario Lanza
- Sonny Liston
- Louis XVI
- Anna Malle
- Marie Prevost
- David Rappaport
- Charles Kingsford Smith
- Johnny Thunders
That is just about the craziest list of people I can imagine.
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