With thanks to my super-cake-baker sister Susannah. If (gasp) you don’t get it, well, you’d better watch this.
This creation by my super-talented sister, for Isaac’s birthday.
Me at forty. (Well, 39 and 364 days, yesterday. I had this idea of taking my own picture. It’s startlingly difficult to get a half-decent shot, as you can see. Even the one I used shows something between my teeth — and a tree apparently growing out of the top of my head, though I’ve ... [More]
Last year of my 30s starts today. While I’d love to have a lazy day at home and a big party, I haven’t been organised enough, so neither will happen. Instead it’ll be a work day, punctuated by breakfast with my boys, lunch with my girl, and dinner with my Posse of TroUblemAkers — family ... [More]
Just a game I thought of: what Doctor Who episode aired on or closest to your birthday? Check this list to find out. (I guess those born before 1963 or in the 90s will probably gravitate to one of two episodes…) Me: Inferno, episode 7 (third Doctor, 1970). This was a classic slow burn story ... [More]
Today I turn 37. Which I figure means I’m leaving my mid-thirties. I have to work today, and my footy tips are descending into farce, but on the bright side, the weather has turned good (25 degrees forecast today!), and it was nice to have a few people over yesterday to celebrate (even if it ... [More]
Turned 36 today. Biggest present: A big framed print of what is probably my favourite painting, Collins Street, 5pm (John Brack). Other presents: Books to read, CDs and DVDs to listen to and watch, a really nice (and expensive) dinner at Il Solito Posto, a really nice (probably inexpensive) home-made dinner and birthday greetings by ... [More]
Not a single dud: Many nice cards The new Ocean Colour Scene and Missy Higgins CDs One of those super great and almost scarily sharp Yoshikin Global knives — seems to cut through stuff super smoothly… I’ll be sure to keep it out of the way of my fingers Michael Farr’s book about Tintin All ... [More]
Tomorrow I turn 35. Probably a quiet night tonight (I’m still getting over flu from last week), but catch up with some friends and dinner tomorrow, and a family lunch on Sunday. (34 33 32 31 30 29 … 25)
Happy birthday to me. Damn. I still have to go to work. (The last few birthdays)