So it’s my birthday. Apparently I’m 29, that wasn’t in the script. I’d like to speak to my agent. Now.

I have the day off – never work your birthday – and as soon as I’ve finished this coffee I’m going to nail chapter fifteen to the floor. I had a quick glance at what else was happening in 1979: I knew about Thatcher coming to power, I had no idea Three Mile Island happened that year, I was bemused that Mountbatten shuffled off that year…or more accurately was kicked off and Star Trek The Motion Picture premiered. Of course, my source is wikipedia and I wasn’t exactly paying attention at the time so who knows what really happened.

Anyway, plans for today mainly revolve around not turning myself neon again, writing me a bunch of words, reading in my garden and consuming my own body weight in haribo (other sweets are available). If I’m feeling brave I may even pop to Greenwich.

Yes readers: I am a wild man.

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