Yesterday I was tired and pissed off because I had to work until 10pm, but at last...Fifty-four today, tra-la-la-la-la.
It seems weird to think I finished my PhD thirty years ago. Where does all the time go?
I can remember my ninth birthday, when Andrew Parker puked his trifle all over the dining room and Mark Konarski climbed all over the furniture including the piano, and my thrity-fifth which was a joint one with my son Jamie who was one year old at the time but will be twenty on Monday - he's at University studying Physics now!
Jack Orchison, 18 January, 2014.
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