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I suppose birthdays are the ideal time to take stock and make plans, assess progress, plan change etc. A time to get honest about what we want from life, and what we’re deluding ourselves about.
The writing business being what it is, some weeks I am mostly employed as a singer. The bulk of this takes place at St Barts, a glorious gothic-y deco-y castle on Park Ave and 50th. We wear robes. We sing … Continue reading
“Just older, not wiser,” was Alan’s take on turning 40, as we sat down to – what else – chicken with 40 cloves of garlic and a bottle of champagne.
It was my birthday, and I celebrated as I habitually do by going to Chinatown and eating a lot of duck with pancakes. Then back home for champagne and cheesecake and presents. I had a very happy day!
It will surprise no-one who knows Jonathan that his birthday meal of choice involved steak.
It was Jon’s birthday this weekend, which brought with it the usual scheduling nightmare that seems to be endemic to modern life. Jess could not do Friday. Jeremy could only do Friday. Ken could do any day, as long as … Continue reading
Perhaps it started when Ken and Carrie decided to celebrate both their birthdays and a wedding anniversary with a cake buffet at rotating restaurant The View; “What’s that you say? Too touristy? Shudder to think of navigating the Marriott Marquis’ … Continue reading