Thirtysomething - 8 comments

Terribly predictable title, but then irony doesn't work on the web.

I have felt the cold, skeletal grip on my shoulder tighten as my 30th birthday draws ever nearer. Sunday is the fateful day, though I will be kicking off a weekend of celebration and commiseration this very afternoon at 5-ish, which may somewhat temporarily interrupt the flow of well-thought-out blog posts on hot political topics.

If anyone's in the City (London) this afternoon, specifically the Broadgate area, and doesn't mind brushing past some work colleagues to say "Hi" and/or "Your creative days, and ability to stay up late enough to watch Newsnight, aren't necessarily behind you", then you'd be most welcome.

I'll post details of a venue when it's been decided. The refurbished Crispin in Broadgate gets the nod. If it's still awful, we may decamp to the Fleetwood.

It seems my place of birth - Ashford, Middx. - has some trivia that might amuse:

A V for victory, and an outline of Winston Churchill's face can be seen made out from the roof tiles of the Spelthorne College sports halls.

It also contained a Henge (now beneath a women's prison), and is near to one of the UK's "most important" ponds. 'Drive-by's are somewhat rarer than we are led to believe is the case in neighbouring Staines.