Clint Planet
Utter Cad.
Forty seven today! How the hell did that happen?? And Bob Dylan turned seventy only three days ago - there aught'a be a law against that comin' around. But anyway work has been hell these last five weeks but yesterday I boxed off a massive task (the thing that had been creating most of the hell) and today was an INSET day so it was a bit of a cake walk and in a few hours I'm going to a local Cypriot restaurant with my wonderful trophy bride and then sinking some ales afterwards and talking the night to sleep like we always do. It's Friday and I'm off work next week (even if I'm writing reports) and Pete Wylie sent me birthday wishes [he calls me the Clevertonian] today and I booked a holiday on Thursday night and I know this thread is pretty self-indulgent (I don't normally do this sort of thing - I like standing over there, poking sticks into people's sides and generally not making friends) but I'm in such a good mood and wanted to say that I really like it here and say it while I'm still sober. It's a great place. Three cheers for us!
