I don’t like Birthdays, they are always so anti-climatic. With the exceptions of my 17th which was spent at Glastonbury, my 21st which was spent at a Guest House in Rye and my 23rd which was in a pub in Whitchurch, the rest are mostly forgotten. Perhaps I should start planning for my 25th now, maybe a weekend in Amsterdam? I guess that would be a weekend to remember although I’m not sure I’d be able to.

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