Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear…oh poo, what’s my name?

Suffice it to say that from my point of view nothing has changed, my hips haven’t fallen off today, I still have my teeth, and policemen still look like policemen. 50 is the new 30, bald is the new hairstyle and I will not go gentle into any good night, thank you very much.

So rather than commiserate with me, please join me in looking forward to the next 50 years (ok maybe that is tempting fate a bit), play a little punk music or Children Of The Revolution and watch as I pick up more speed as I run past. No big party this time, hopefully a barefoot walk along a beach.

Have a good day, leave comments and talk soon.