My 40th Birthday.....
Always get a new wife just before your 40th Birthday. Maybe run her in for a year but not much more than that.....

So, 40 on the Saturday, not looking forward to it at all, as you would expect. Friday lunchtime a few drinks with the chaps, well lunchtime until early AM. Woke up early with hangover and was then dragged out to go and pick up the children (from previous marriage). Took them shopping then went home....nothing good so far you might think, and you would be right. As we got back from shopping there was a surprise family party with all the relatives I hadn't seen for years(and for good reason), silly games, sillier drinking. Still a bit pants you might think, and you'd still be right. "Is this all I have to show for it" I was asking myself, where are me mates? Miserable gits.

So......after settling in for a disappointing time I woke up the following morning to find I was being whisked off to spend five days in a castle in Italy..... fantastic suite of rooms, superb wine cellar.... fabuous food, spent five days of self indulgent loveliness. Got back home now feeling well content. Next morning got up to find stretched limo outside front door ; off we go again with some friends to the Chef's Table at Claridges. Those that have been will understand, those that haven't should go. From the age of some of the people here I would suggest spending all of your student loans on going there and just starve the rest of the year. You will thank me later. So 7 hours in Claridges sampling the best Uncle Gordon has to offer including a fairly cheeky 1923 Armagnac then its back to the hotel early evening to be told "Get your DJ on".......whisked off again to find spousey has organised a black tie party in a penthouse apartment overlooking the Thames and the Houses of Parliament with live music, more food and stupid quantities of champagne... everyone was there and I mean EVERYONE dahrling.... party til the early hours then back to suite at the Hotel, into the jacuzzi with a final bottle of Dom then off to bed......... really enjoyed being 40..... its like being 18 but with money :)

still, roll on my 41st.....
( Spackweasel - because weasels get Downs Syndrome too, Wed 14 Dec 2005, 15:52, Reply)