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8:08am on Tuesday, 10th January, 2006:
So, it's my birthday today. No-one sent money — damn!
When I was young, I used to like having birthdays because I was a year older. Then I reached 18, and didn't want to get any older.
Nevertheless, having a birthday was still OK because it meant I got presents! Lots of presents!
Today, I got six: a book from my wife, a book from my in-laws, a book from my brother-in-law, a jacket and a computer game I bought for myself, and a shirt from my mum. I think I must have accidentally opened the present from my dad at Christmas.
And if that isn't bad enough, I'm only 4 years short of being able to apply for SAGA car insurance.
Oh, and the date-related song they played on BBC Radio Essex was, as feared, performed by Rod Stewart.
Referenced by Descent to Decrepitude.
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