who's the bday boy? ME THATS WHO!

Actually reaching the grand grand old (so very old) age of 29 means that I no longer view birthday as me ME ME! time...actual thinking about it coming from a large family of which one brother was born in the same month and me actually sharing a birthday with my sister (but not age strangely enough) means that I've never been one to crow to the world its my bday well not since that night in the fan club (see "shudder" previous post).

So yeah birthday celebrations all went well and dandy, we ventured down to Osaka to the always excellent garlic restaurant in which all the dishes have a super secret special ingredient ( hint its not sage) and all you can drink, in which I found the delights of a drink called devil blue or devil bruise (depending on how drunk you are) and one of the best things about Japan is that if you tell a restaurant its your birthday nine times out of ten there's no actual I.D check. I've lost count how many birthdays my friends have had at the lockup, so it made a nice change to actually have a real birthday complete with singing waiters, photo's and more all you can drinks.


Afterwards we wandered (or tripped or trailed which ever one you do after all you can drink) to Shinsibashi and Rock Rock, during which me and a friend attempted to persuade people we were in a band, born in the same hospital on the same day and that we were famous. This actually managed to work on one Australian chap, either that or he was just agreeing with what ever we said. As far as I remember I was supposed to be the keyboard player in the band ( I presume my influence would be Rick Wakman) and T.O.H was our manager, all this was actually an attempt to get our picture on the wall of rock rock (alongside the likes of sugar ray and bowling for soup YES!) sadly I think we were somewhat foiled by having an actual proper band turn up and have their photo taken (although who they actually were remains a mystery one looked like my old geography teacher and the other looked like a guy who used to sell my friend beer at college)

Yes thats the grand old age 29 fast approaching on the horizon that I'm staring at. Either that or wondering where exactly Nate got that rose came from.

Hahahahah no I really am too funy! You know this pretty much was the funniest joke...EVER! something to do with nuns and soap I do believe

After a night spent in Hotel beaver (in no way a euphemism) it was a blurry stagger to the hair dressers, for a nice head massage and the usual complements for each other (dont ask) and a nice freshness burger hmmm burgeru

Freshly shaved although feeling not so fresh

you know, just hanging around and what not

Sunday (my actual bday by the way) saw a local children's festival in our village in which one of our friends daughters was taking part, they surprised us with a large lunch (including scotch eggs which possibly made T.O.H's day) and also a load of birthday presents which was completely out of the blue and rather lovely. What was even better was that our friends sister had taught her one year old sun a special trick, every time she said "Matrix" (or rather "maaatrixxx" in the Japanese) he would lift his arms up and pretend to be in bullet time, which frankly is the best reason to have kids