Let's celebrate. It's my birthday today (and diamond geezer was six months old yesterday).
• According to a recent UN report, I have today reached the average age for a male in the UK. It's all downhill from here then. If I were female I'd still have two more years to go.
• I'm not 40 yet, but this list sums up getting-to-40 better than most. I can't be there yet though - at the moment I only agree with numbers 5, 20, 22, 27 and 33.
• It's not a thrilling day to have been born, anniversary-wise. This is as good as it gets for historic events that happened on my birthday, and as for famous people who share my birthday, how rubbish is this?
• Slightly better in the world of rock and pop, where I'm delighted that today's the anniversary of this and this getting to number 1, but oh god, there's this musical travesty as well.
• I'm one of those rare Pisceans who doesn't believe in horoscopes. This one's supposedly based on the exact time and date of my birth. "You seek security and solidity in the form of material accumulation, and have practical business ability. It is in love that the full range of your deep, sensuous feelings can be given supreme expression. Through your attachment to home and your love partner, you will acquire sympathy and understanding, which are your most conscious aims throughout life. When others believe in you and have a good impression of you, you have a sense of fulfillment." That's so impressibly wrong that it can't be a coincidence - maybe it's an anti-horoscope instead.
• I appear to be one of the few bloggers who doesn't have a birthday in February (maybe there is something about Aquarians after all)
• March 9th is the latest possible date in the year that Shrove Tuesday can ever fall. This only happens when Easter is on April 25th, which last occurred in 1943, and will next occur in 2038.
• I'm fortunate enough not to look as old as I really am. Most people who meet me guess that I'm younger than my real age, even taking into account the five years everybody always knocks off when guessing someone else's age, just to be on the polite side. This was bad news when I was 16, as it made sneaking into pubs very difficult. Fortunately I wasn't particularly into sneaking into pubs when I was 16, so the problem never really arose. It may turn out to be a problem again in the 2030s when I attempt to convince bus drivers to let me use my free bus pass, although I suspect there probably won't be any buses left by then, just hover-zimmers or something equally futuristic, in which case that problem won't arise either. In the meantime looking younger than I am is generally a blessing rather than a problem, although there is a portrait in my attic that's fading away fast.
• If you're one of the 0.27% of the world's population with a birthday today, happy birthday! And if not, my apologies. There's nothing worse than other people going on and on and on about their birthday, is there?
09/03=03
