On my 31st Birthday in 31 Words.

Thirty-one today. Cripes. At thirty-one Jimi Hendrix had been dead for four years. Jesus had two more but had hardly begun. Must pull my finger out. Mine’s a pint though. Cheers!

Looking at the brightside. ;o)

1 Comment

  1. Do you feel old now?

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