
My best birthday so far was my 30th, when I held a Polish Bear Hunting evening in some woods - everyone dressed up in hunting gear, ate a Polish hunting stew round a big fire and then, armed with torches, ran out to find the foil-wrapped chocolate bears I'd hidden in the trees.
My worst so far was my first at university - my birthday was the first official day of term, so I thought there'd be loads of people there to have fun with. No, Cambridge is so posh nobody actually turns up on the first night. I got very drunk with the barman.
What extremes of birthdays have you had?
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
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My birthdays tend to get rather weird when my Dad gets involved. Two in every three times he forgets when my birthday is, and phones to ask me - it's 50 / 50 for him phoning before and after the date in question.
Several years back Dad phoned me a week after my birthday, to ask when it was and arranged to visit me. Upon the visit he bought me a box of car tools, which I didn't want or understand what they were for. He then borrowed them from me several days later and I never saw them until I recieved them for my birthday the next year, again a week late, but this time there were tools missing from it and oily thumb prints on the box.
I'm 33 and he has missed my birthday for about 2/3s of my life.
( , Fri 9 Dec 2005, 12:28, Reply)
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