I turned 38 yesterday. That’s awfully close to 40 y’know. Makes you think, huh?
Didn’t do much on the day. Went to the osteopath to sort my ankle out (got to try out my new sat nav), had to go to the launderette – boo! , and went to see the film Chronicle at the cinema (which was about as enjoyable as going to the launderette). Seriously, don’t do it!
Instead, let’s look at what I ate.
Treated (can you say ‘tret’?) myself to a birthday fry up as I haven’t had one in ages. It was most satisfying.
Then after the movie had some pear and apple pie and cream. Not brilliant but still, not diabolical either.
As for everything else, here’s the tally.
3 presents – a CD, a book, and said Sat Nav (which I bought myself with a parental contribution)
2 phone calls
6 well wishers online
A reasonable haul for an average birthday I reckon (there’s nothing special about turning 38, except I’m now very firmly in my late thirties!). Next year I hope to go see the northern lights on the day, then the year after it’s the big one! I might do what I did for my 30th, rent out a cinema and have a screening of something. Last time I played Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. This time I dunno… Dude, Where’s My Car? maybe. You’ve got to love the classics, don’t ya!
There’s an excellent website called Letters Of Note. They reproduce, as you might expect, letters people have written (Where will such websites get their material in the future, in this age of e-mail and text, I wonder?) that are special, or significant, or just plain fascinating in one way or another. Trust me, go there and you’ll be there all day.
I was just reading a letter written by the ad executive David Ogilvy to someone seeking advice on the art of copywriting, and one sentence really stood out for me. It sums up, I think, how all writers must feel when presented with well meaning advice, expert opinion, or (more often than not) ignorant utterances from those who see only their own world in your writing without first trying to see yours. It was this:
“If the client changes the copy, I get angry — because I took a lot of trouble writing it, and what I wrote I wrote on purpose.”
If people could only remember the unseen effort people put into the things they do then who knows, perhaps they would not make their little ‘helpful suggestions’ so lightly? Now wouldn’t that be nice.
Now that’s what I call a veritable cornucopia of faux meats and cheese! Now, what the hell to do with it all?!?!
Most of it has gone in the freezer. The majority of meat slices will do for sandwiches to take to work. I’ve kept some cheese, some chorizo pieces, and the pack of chicken bits out to play with.
I’m thinking half the chorizo in a Shepherd’s Pie maybe, should make for an interesting meal, with the other half plus some cheese topping a pizza. Then maybe a bake with the rest of the cheese, or something pastaey with mushroom and cashews. I’ll figure it out. Whatever I decide I’ll be eating good for the next few weeks that’s for sure!
Thanks Redwood Co for the generous prize, and thanks FuckYeahVeganPizza for making it all happen. You are both, respectively, stars!
NB: This is my 300th post! What a nice way to celebrate getting to 300, eh?
This is what chilling out looks like…
A book, a mug of tea, and nowhere to be. Elvis playing over head – ‘On a cold and gray Chicago mornin’, a poor little baby child is born, in the ghetto (in the ghettooo…)’ – two guys playing chess on the next table, cold outside, warm inside. Works for me, anyway.
Just one month into 2012 and it’s been ‘interesting’ so far. As well as all the previously documented occurrences I can report that the only part of my new year’s resolutions I’ve managed to keep is the not eating processed foods bit. Mostly that involved not having fry-ups for breakfast, but still it’s a victory for me. And I feel pretty good for it. Generally been a bit more energetic and awake this year. Whether one follows the other who can say, but anyway…
Ironic though that I should win a load of processed food just as the month comes to an end.
And ironic too that I should (almost) perfect my swiss roll making skills just as I give up chocolate for the month. Still, I can wait to give it a try again. Don’t want to put myself off chocolate for life now, do I? Man, just imagine!