Wrong then,
It's about four and a half hours to the big event and I am dreading it. Seven hyper kids screaming at the top of their voices, throwing stuff and popping balloons, blowing those awful Seifenblasen which land on the tile floor and make a slippery spot on which one's foot invariably lands. A CD of German's children's songs with awful music on it (can't the Germans get any ideas off Cbeebies?) and general chaos and mess.
Jimmy Perry and David Croft wrote wonderful characters in their comedies like Hi de Hi and Ain't Half Hot Mum. One of them was on Hi de hi and was a creation of genius - the Punch and Judy man who hated children and was always doing the shows pissed. Anyone remember that? I can totally relate.
At least it's our own birthday. Once a year I have to sit in McD's by an Autobahn in a concrete and steel jungle, resisting attempts to punch Ronald McDonald and grimacing through my Happy Meal.
It's times like this I really need the spiritual insights of Jimbo and The Don. Can someone help me spit my coffee all over my monitor?



