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Sunday, 14 March 2010
In which I have a birthday
Yesterday I turned 25. It's devastating, really. I'm not in my early twenties anymore. I've been around for a quarter of a century. And just to rub salt in the wounds, this is what Wikipedia says about the number 25:
"Under 25" provides a common cut-off point for designating youth.
(I'm sorry, if you've come here from Sam's blog you probably expected a more exciting fact. I feel like I've let you down)
So I am now officially old. My youth has been cut off. Wikipedia said so.
I did have a nice day though. Mum came to visit, and we jointly went to visit Ian in Bristol. We went to the zoo where they had lots of mini animals. There really was "a sort of a tiny potamus" (like in the poem, aka a pygmy hippo), and there were lions and flamingos and seals and penguins and butterflies and monkeys and stuff. My favourite bit was the Twilight Zone, where they had all sorts of twilighty creatures in a very dimly lit room, and you had to peer into the enclosures quite carefully to spot what was in there. There were some nice things in there, like sand cats and monkeys and tiny lemurs, but there were also giant jumping rats which are just not cool. They also had a fantastic glass-sided tunnel complex with naked mole rats running around inside. That was very cool.
On Friday Mum and I went to see Oliver. She amazingly arrived with one minute to spare, having landed in Heathrow an hour before. I forgot how many brilliant songs there are in Oliver. The little chappy who played the Artful Dodger was superb, he pranced around the place with a cockiness that was brilliant on stage, but I wouldn't like him as a little brother, he looked rather precocious. Griff Rhys Jones was great as Fagin too. The sets were amazing - they moved around to give the impression that people were running through streets or going underground or climbing or whatever. My favourite bit was Who Will Buy - the choreography and the costumes were just beautiful, all twirling around and cartwheeling and stuff. I could have sat watching that for hours.
I've just spent ages trying to reply to all my birthday wishes on Facebook. I've mostly caught up but I've run out of steam. There's only so many times I can come up with new ways to say the same thing, it's just too damn difficult.
"Under 25" provides a common cut-off point for designating youth.
(I'm sorry, if you've come here from Sam's blog you probably expected a more exciting fact. I feel like I've let you down)
So I am now officially old. My youth has been cut off. Wikipedia said so.
I did have a nice day though. Mum came to visit, and we jointly went to visit Ian in Bristol. We went to the zoo where they had lots of mini animals. There really was "a sort of a tiny potamus" (like in the poem, aka a pygmy hippo), and there were lions and flamingos and seals and penguins and butterflies and monkeys and stuff. My favourite bit was the Twilight Zone, where they had all sorts of twilighty creatures in a very dimly lit room, and you had to peer into the enclosures quite carefully to spot what was in there. There were some nice things in there, like sand cats and monkeys and tiny lemurs, but there were also giant jumping rats which are just not cool. They also had a fantastic glass-sided tunnel complex with naked mole rats running around inside. That was very cool.
On Friday Mum and I went to see Oliver. She amazingly arrived with one minute to spare, having landed in Heathrow an hour before. I forgot how many brilliant songs there are in Oliver. The little chappy who played the Artful Dodger was superb, he pranced around the place with a cockiness that was brilliant on stage, but I wouldn't like him as a little brother, he looked rather precocious. Griff Rhys Jones was great as Fagin too. The sets were amazing - they moved around to give the impression that people were running through streets or going underground or climbing or whatever. My favourite bit was Who Will Buy - the choreography and the costumes were just beautiful, all twirling around and cartwheeling and stuff. I could have sat watching that for hours.
I've just spent ages trying to reply to all my birthday wishes on Facebook. I've mostly caught up but I've run out of steam. There's only so many times I can come up with new ways to say the same thing, it's just too damn difficult.
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