Well, its all downhill...

...from now on.

Finally hit the 50th birthday. Even the auld dear referred to me as Auld yin - wee sod.
Was at a Comedy club on Wed. that was doing a Charity night for the Unit - was waiting outside like a wee frozen snotter - turned out a few of the girls were in a pub nearby but because I'd changed to the iPhone and had stopped looking at the old moby, I'd missed the call telling me to meet in the Pub. It was great though when I saw them staggering down the road towards The Stand which quickly turned to arse flapping fear when I saw the hat-as-comedy-birthday-cake they wanted me to wear, that and a badge the size of a dinner-plate saying "Fabulous and 50", (How very true).
Jesus Christ-on-a-crutch, talk about making yourself into Bait - those bloody comedians would have verbally shredded me if I sat right in front of the stage wearing the fucking thing.
Needless to say, it was a brilliant night, pished ourselves daft, the guy who organised the night raised an extra £200 - odd quid by shaving of his beard - got some great photos on the iPhone too.
What really floored me though was the girls had not only taken the time to write out birthday cards for me - but they gave me beautifull presents too, unloooked for but very definately appreciated - Thanks again Girls, you're a Great Bunch.

Went to wee maws the day before the Birthday - she gave me a pound for every year which I'll use to get a ring to go with the amber stuff she got me for xmas, also gave me last weeks Falkirk Herald - read through it and totally missed the entry she'd put in for my birthday - with a picture taken when I was in first year at N.K. - Fuxake, talk about looking innocent!

Last night, met up with Bryan and Derek, first to their house where I got my present - a Birthday cake, including candles, and a beautifull amber and smokey quartz necklace, which is absolutely gorgeous and they took me out to dinner to a wee Italian place in Hope st - La Lanterna, totally buzzing with conversation cos it was mobbed with people, and once we'd tried the food it was easy to see why - absolutly perfect, great service and lovely wine - the G & T was perfect too.

A fantastic night and a lovely end to a week I'd been dreading becuase, I can say it now, it really bothered me, the thought opf turning 50, still, prefer that to the alternative ie. being dead but it seemed to be a real psychological block, but I've got there
What the Fuck - at least I'm not 60!.