Today I’m another year older and possibly less wiser, but it’s not all bad. Celebrations are minimal as we are in the last gasps of rehearsal for our show and there’s far too much to be done. Instead tonight is an evening of bad television, curry, beer and time with my wife; not a bad way to spend my birthday!
This year has proven that my wife knows me far too well, my gifts included a book of translated Korean plays, a postcard of a man farting into the wind (drawn by artist Do Ho Suh), some trashy fiction, some fake Angry Birds erasers and chocolate… The farting postcard is a particular delight and will take pride of place in my office as a source of inspiration and a reminder of the beauty of flatulence.
And now I shall retire into curry stained pyjamas and douse myself with cheap Korean beer.