It’s my 34th birthday in six weeks or so … and I wish that nobody knew that.
I f****** hate birthdays – I hate the attention, and I hate people asking stupid questions and telling dumb jokes. No, nothing is new in my life, I’m still the same useless waster I’ve always been. No, there is nothing particular I’d like for my birthday…
… except maybe a long walk in a quiet woodland. With a couple litres of Scotch, a shitload of sleeping pills and a rope.