‘Tis my birthday today!
At the Royal Albert Hall, there will be a concert to honour me: Symphony No.9 by Beethoven, the Royal National Theatre celebrates me with a number of astonishing performances, some people – very good-looking, athletic, one might say – are running around London, carrying a torch to a stadium where they have made arrangements for a spectacular show dedicated to me and broadcast by televisions all over the world, so everyone will know it’s my birthday today… Well… no, not really, I mean, in fact, I modestly asked them to keep my exposure at a minimum and to ensure my own security, so they named this fantastic show… something… somehow… I don’t know, can’t remember. And I won’t be there anyway, ’cause tonight we’re going to Edinburgh.
I am almost sure that the message above is at least partially true…
Twenty-one again, eh? How are you going to top these celebrations next year? That’s what I want to know ; )
Dear Catherine,
Twenty-one and a few months… 384 months, for the sake of precision.
I think it’s a “once in a life-time” event, I don’t expect to be able to repeat it as it’s so financially exhausting…
:)) ;)
you poor darling – and think of all the ‘thank you’ letters yoiu’ll have to write ; )
And my PA is on her maternity leave… well, I shall have to write them myself, I guess… thanks for reminding me…. ;)