Living for Disco

I’m away!

I’m off on holiday until mid January – a very welcome break from sitting at work, dribbling in panic as the hours and minutes slip inexorably by, yielding little in the way of words on a page, numbers in a budget or relief from the screeching demons of under-achievement.

So I will love you and leave you for a while.  If I manage to find an internet café on the pristine beaches of Mozambique I will make you all jealous by updating you regularly on the spectacular snorkeling, delicious fresh seafood, and copious amounts of beer quaffed in the name of rest and relaxation.  If not, then I’m afraid, tragically, you’ll just have to wait until 12 January to hear all about the 25 hour bus journey to Johannesburg, and any other adventures I may have foisted upon me, up to and including muggings, malaria and dysentery.

I will also be spending much of the holiday preparing my liver for my 33^rd birthday.  Don’t ask me why, but 33 feels like a significant number in a way that 32 didn’t.  Last year I told no-one, and had a quiet dinner with my ex.  This year, I will do my usual – mention my birthday at least twice a day for the month preceding, in case anyone forgets and tries to organize something else on the evening of my party.  There will be no escape excuses.  So, if any of you will be in Namibia on the 19^th January, I will be having a BIG party, and you’re welcome to come, as long as you’re not a)psychotic by nature, b)crazed by too much sun, or c)too poor to buy me a drink.

Until then I will say goodbye, wish you a joyful festive season, and a wonderful new year.

Ta-ra!

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