BirthdaysMy 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?
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chthonic, Fri 9 Dec 2005, 11:07)
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Mother, Football, Death21st April 1997. I'd ridden up from the south on my bike and we went straight to the hospital. My mother was on a bed, which we decorated with blue and white balloons for the next day's match. She came round enough to say 'pretty', then was away again, repeating 'death, death, death'. Over and over, 'death, death, death' . A nurse came and changed a drip, I watched a bubble of air trace the tube into my mother's vein.
The next day was my birthday. At five in the morning my brother woke me: 'she's gone'. We went to the hospital, the body was there, empty. That evening in the pub we cheered til we were hoarse as home side Chesterfield lost the FA cup semi-final replay. It was good while it lasted.
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