11177
I’m 11,177 days old today. Happy birthday to me. For anyone who can’t work it out, of course, that makes me 30 and a bit.
Such a neat and tidy number, which would look far better split before the 7s (111,77) has to be a portent of good luck - surely - although having watched the new downstairs-and-across-one neighbours moving in I’m not so sure. Their furniture, wheeled in on the back of an open-topped van, looked like something out of The Good Life.
Honestly, if you’re new in the neighbourhood you want to make a good impression. Reversing up the driveway in one of those thicko vans that bleeps merely draws attention to your unwise choice of a green-brown colour scheme.
Careful use of a tarpaulin could have avoided all this.
Now it’s too late.
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Saint Etienne reckon This is Tomorrow on June 29th, 2007
Looking forward on July 22nd, 2004
Just like Radio 4 on July 10th, 2003
Punctured on September 8th, 2001
A Moving Story on January 16th, 2007
May 1st, 2004 at 11:41 pm
Getting age conscious, are we? It’s all downhill from here, you know