Turning 50

It seems I’ve been giving Harty stick for the last twenty years for turning 50, so I wasn’t surprised to be getting some of it back, though I’ll have to bow down in honour of his imagination. First stitching me up in my own mag was genius but he made my party his own when he picked up the guitar and trashed me in a style only he could.

The good thing about having a posh mate is he cant really dish the dirt without throwing in an apology, so I have to say this was the most enjoyable stich up I’ve ever had, thanks old mate… see Harty, as much as you hate it, you’ll always be older than me.

I’d better not just thank Harty for a good birthday or I’ll never make the next, the wife along with the rest of my family did a bloody good job, though they couldn’t keep a secret for long, while the party was no surprise I wasn’t exactly sure who was on the guest list, which is probably why Sally spent most of the night saying “omg, you know who I forgot to invite”, so apologies if you didn’t get to laugh at my expense.

Thanks to everyone who’s had a hand in making this past 50 years my perfect dream but how about helping to complete the next 50