well then... Happy birthday to me, I guess!
The celebration started early this year with a lovely piece of chocolate and vanilla cake at the Charlatans and a free glass of champagne (the benefit of being born on March 9th is that I can easily pretend that the freebies I'm getting from pub waiters and such on the 8th are in no way gender bias and I welcome them in anticipation of my birthday). Then a little after midnight a fabulously smelling new Burberry plus an unexpected Colin Firth movie ( a silent part, no sex or bottoms revealed but a C. F. movie nevertheless). Early today a bunch of irises (purple, of course) plus a sample of the new David Gray album.
Bonus: a horrible new haircut (how long before I am fully convinced that offering my skull up for target practice won't help improve my hairdresser's skills since there weren't any to begin with)