Yep, it’s that time of year when I and my muckers get together to quaff vast quantities of alcoholic beverage and celebrate advancing decreptitude, all the time contributing to it with our excessive boozin’. But that sweet, sweet wine does take the edge off – honest, it does!
And it’s not just me: my pals Pete, Gwyneth, Sam, Mono, Nick, Maria and Robert are all turning something this month (well, Pete at the end of October, but we’ll still count him anyway). We Scorpions are a plentiful bunch, or so it seems. Although not quite as thick on the ground as Geminis – sometimes it seems as though you can’t lob a lump of jelly without hitting one. Or is that just me? Happy birthday all, and in time-honoured fashion I’ll not be buying you a birthday drink. 🙂
This month is shaping up to be a busy one, with all that: Gwyneth’s birthday bash this weekend in Greenwich (close to the fireworks – cool), followed by my very own bash next weekend (11th November, Pitcher & Piano, opposite Charing Cross post office – see you there!). After that a bit of a rest, then I’m biking over to Ireland on my Dad’s shiny new SV650 – it’s probably going to be b’loody cold, but don’t worry, I’ll wrap up warm. A nice long weekend out of the hurly burly of everything here is just what I need. Of course, the following weekend I’m off to France again, so that’ll be more hurly-burly-escaping, he he…
I believe I mentioned my ravaged knees last time; well, the osteopath did a bit of manipulation and gave me some exercises and sent me on my way. Still have to see him a couple more times for evaluation purposes, but he reckons that there’s nothing earth-shatteringly wrong with my knees, which is a relief. Now all I have to do is go climb another mountain and wreck them again!
My bro was over for a visit last weekend, having himself a break from the hurly-burly of life in Western Ireland (I kid you not – the stress was strong in that paduan!), and we trekked down to the cotswolds to see our mate Jim getting married to his lovely wife Rachel. A lovely ceremony, as these things go, and the reception was just moving from a simmer to a boil when we had to leave. I, of course, was the designated driver – while my passenger was trolleyed! Oh well, it was a good day nonetheless.
The fact that it was a good day was not least because my lovely ‘uvver arf’ Fiona managed to snare a FREE holiday in the Cayman Islands, in a competition on LBC radio – while I was sitting in the church in the cotswolds! A shrill but happy voicemail message gave me the news, and I spent the rest of the day in a bit of a daze – more so even than the groom, I suspect. So that’s something we’ll be taking advantage of in the new year sometime, methinks…
I have a strong feeling of my life being boring, although it seems to be full of activity. I’ve lots of work to be getting on with, and I seem to be always on the go – but when people ask me what I’ve been up to I draw a blank! And it’s not because I’m always drunk, either… But the next few weeks will be full of fun between birthday bashes and shows at the Orchard (Kevin Bloody Wilson – yay!). And no doubt next time someone asks me what I’ve been up to, I’ll look at them blankly and go, “ohhhh, not much”…
Welcome to my life – a busy amnesiac! I’m having a great time; just having difficulty with the details…