draliman on life

Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, dear dralimaaaaaaaaaan,
Happy birthday to me.

Yes, it’s that time of the year again. Time to take stock, ponder the last year and really think about the things that really matter. Or whatever.

Or is that what you’re supposed to do on New Year? I forget. Old age. More aches and pains. Becoming slightly forgetful. The other day I went to pay for petrol and the card’s PIN number went straight out of my head. I had to use my debit card instead. Aargh! Paying for petrol straight from my bank account? Everyone knows Visa fronts me my petrol money.

Yesterday I was “a certain age”. Less than 24 hours later I’m “a certain age plus one”. A whole year in a day. Hardly seems fair. Hey ho.

I got some lovely presents and spent a wonderful yesterday evening over with my friends where we had Chinese takeaway and watched Eddie Izzard – very funny! Now I’ve got a couple of days off work in celebration.

And I had some good news – I won the lottery in time for my birthday! Well, maybe “won” is too strong a word. Here’s the notification:

Woo-hoo! I’m rich I tell you, rich!

Yes, 25 big ones. Unless “big ones” is slang for “thousands”, in which case, 25 small ones. What shall I spend it on? More tickets I expect. It’ll pay for next month’s entries. But nice all the same – that’s 2.5 times more than I’ve ever won in one go before!

So I leave you with these immortal words from Pink Floyd’s “Time”, from their amazing album “Dark Side of the Moon”. Forgive me if I get the words slightly wrong, but I can’t be bothered to spend 10 seconds looking them up so I’m reproducing them from memory.

“And you run, you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking,
Racing around, to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.”

Ah, happy days!