I’m 23 now but will I live to see 24, the way things are going I don’t know.
Thankfully, I’m not like Coolio and I’ve not bin spendin’ most ma life, living in a Gangsta’s Paradise, I’ve been living in the relative, if chavvy, safety of Colwyn Bay. I was fairly sure that – as I didn’t get beaten up on Saturday Night, the chances of me seeing twenty-four increased dramatically.
Anyway, 24 years ago I was born, I’m happy it’s my birthday, but it’s become scary the fact I’m nearly quarter of a century old. But still, there’s a lot planned for today – I’m going for Lunch in the Fynach, furthermore, I’m planning on visiting Liverpool for a night out on Saturday.
So, happy birthday to me, as nobody puts embarassing pictures in the North Wales Pioneer for me, I’m going to do it for myself.
No big balls jokes, I’ll see you tomorrow! I’m off to eat cake!