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It's coming on Dec 20 and... well... I don't like birthday and celebrations at all, really.
I'm being sussed out by the family.
They know I would kill them if they were to spring a 'surprise' party on me. I am a man who likes to think ahead about emotional things, you see, and a party with long-lost friends all gathered would piss me off to the point of breakdown, I think. Plus I'd feel like I was in a bad advert - and I only want to be in good adverts.
I can obviously angle for good cigars for this one.
The only remotely 'family' suggestion that has interested me is a helicopter flight, and I wouldn't mind one over London. I don't want to shelve out shitloads for a trip from the big wheel to the Houses of Parliament and back, so if any of you SE England boys knows of any decent over-London flights, let me know, please.
My missus was in Uganda for a month around her 50th earlier this year. She doubled a professional commitment in Uganda with a safari tour and a visit to see the big famous apes in Rwanda. She had a ball.
So when do I drop the news that I want a solo fortnight in Cuba at around Easter time? I don't feel so bad - certainly no guilt or shit - since I'm owed one after the African adventure.
My boys want for nothing. It's cosy here. I wouldn't be like the father flying off with two abandoned children left with a glass of milk and a donut! They have girls they need privacy to slaver over, anyway. (One looks like Paris Hilton. Which is a worry).
How timely! During this typing, she's phoned me to rescue her from Homebase a town away as she's locked her keys in her car and is trapped with a new lawnmower outside the car! We love each other to death in case it reads otherwise here - but fuck me I'm winning for my Hello Cuba! 'declaration'!
I'm being sussed out by the family.
They know I would kill them if they were to spring a 'surprise' party on me. I am a man who likes to think ahead about emotional things, you see, and a party with long-lost friends all gathered would piss me off to the point of breakdown, I think. Plus I'd feel like I was in a bad advert - and I only want to be in good adverts.
I can obviously angle for good cigars for this one.
The only remotely 'family' suggestion that has interested me is a helicopter flight, and I wouldn't mind one over London. I don't want to shelve out shitloads for a trip from the big wheel to the Houses of Parliament and back, so if any of you SE England boys knows of any decent over-London flights, let me know, please.
My missus was in Uganda for a month around her 50th earlier this year. She doubled a professional commitment in Uganda with a safari tour and a visit to see the big famous apes in Rwanda. She had a ball.
So when do I drop the news that I want a solo fortnight in Cuba at around Easter time? I don't feel so bad - certainly no guilt or shit - since I'm owed one after the African adventure.
My boys want for nothing. It's cosy here. I wouldn't be like the father flying off with two abandoned children left with a glass of milk and a donut! They have girls they need privacy to slaver over, anyway. (One looks like Paris Hilton. Which is a worry).
How timely! During this typing, she's phoned me to rescue her from Homebase a town away as she's locked her keys in her car and is trapped with a new lawnmower outside the car! We love each other to death in case it reads otherwise here - but fuck me I'm winning for my Hello Cuba! 'declaration'!
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