Hey it’s my birthday. Number 42. A year that I have been looking forward to since I turned 40. As years go 40 is a milestone, life beginning at 40 and all of that. But 41, to me, seemed to be a write off, nothing special. 42 however, has the element of magic about it, considering Douglas Adams named it the answer to the Universe. So here’s to 42. Let the good times roll.
Hey! Another birthday has sneaked up on me. And once again, I am on the road, which has seemed to be the pattern over the past six or seven birthdays, bar one or two. This time I am in Bolton, which is a long long way away from Newark, New Jersey, where I was born. I am sitting here in my sparse room at the Premier Inn in Bolton trying to think of some great commentary to share. I cast my mind over the preceding 40 years expecting to find some great revelation. And you know what, all that I can find at this moment is that I have no great revelation other than I am a happy man.