So here in the USA I’ve turned 49 years old. I have just stopped working and now am going to put my mind to some posts and some drinking. For the last five years or so I have found myself celebrating my birthday on the stroke of midnight. And why the fuck not (as Derek would say.) I had hoped to visit the boys in the UK this year to celebrate their 50th, but it looks like work, the other four letter word, is getting in the way. I should not complain (I’m not) with so many people out of work it is good that I am busy. But I was looking forward to getting over to the UK this year. Let’s hope they don’t forget me. But, er, still, if it’s an endangered species, I say fuck ’em.