Sunday, January 17, 2010

self pitying as a Dawson Leary

Tomorrow is my birthday.
Here are my thoughts on the matter:

I don't really want any presents apart from a cookbook, a frame for my print from Henrietta, and a new wallet because mine was a lovely mustard suede but has now turned into a nasty filthy coin depository I do not like to touch or grope for in my bag. But I don't really want anyone to buy me these things. I just want them.

Print by Henrietta Harris

Twenty four seems like a nothing age. Definitely not a landmark.
I'm older than several successful writers, singers and actors.
I think the magic birthdays has finally faded. Am I so jaded? When did this happen? Ach.

The lamp I ordered ages ago arrived, it blew up as soon as I turned it on (H8 LYF?).


  1. Hi Lou,

    Happy Birthday! Hope some of those things appear for you from the invisible birthday fairy.

    Thanks for your comment on my blog, believe it or not those bikini's are from Country Road.

    Anna x

    PS. I see we both posted about the helium balloons. How cool are they?

  2. Eep it's Hannah's birthday, but thanks for the comment Anna!

    And Han, STOP YOUR WHINGEING. Just because it's your first day back at work.....

    I bet you'll get sung happy birthday opera style and CAKE and probably some other things even if they're not all on your list. And I'll bring DC DVD back for you ON SATURDAY.