NobodysHome wrote:
Limeylongears wrote:
Today, I am 43, which means that I got the day off work, so instead, I went to Leeds Royal Armouries to look at the weaponry, then bought some books, then went home and played the guitar, then went to Wednesday fencing. I had a good time.
Isn't there some English tradition that you can't celebrate until 43 years, 21 days, and 0 hours, at which point you must spontaneously combust?
Couldn't tell you. I'm just a smoking heap of greasy ashes at the moment.