Big Old Me

Cheers!
I'm sure it will not have escaped your atttention that my Birthday looms upon the horizon. The dear parentals in Turveyland sent me some whisky which (I had to confess to them) I have gone off. Just don't like it any more, and stupidly didn't tell anyone. Poor Pa is stuck with changing the order. Sorreeeee. The rest of you don't need to send anything, just a thoughtful car will do. Sorry, that should have read card, ho ho. I will be 48. Helena is 50 HA!
You may laugh, but none of you is getting any younger either.

Will start work on the dusty Bristol Briskham archives soon, scanning old pics for Dave's DVD Extravaganza; (available in all good stores from November 2007, all bad stores some time after that)
Life is: loadsa work, incredibly rich, fat, and indolent.
Luv old, contented Me;)