Nice people keep writing to say that, in fact, the subtitle of this blog is inaccurate.
Apparently, having recently passed my 50th birthday, I am now in my 51st year. Therefore, this blog contains pissy complaints not from my 50th year, but from the one following.
All I know is this: I can’t stop listening to this song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8s-7XfQ2flM
Thing I Hate Today: Being told, “Have a blessed day!”
Just for the record – you legally turned 50 the on Feb 1st – but that’s old math – get it?
Solid Gold! Awesome.
I’m so glad other nice people told you that so that I didn’t have to. I’m fine with it as long as you KNOW.
This song is an amazing meld of the 1970s crashing into the 1980s, which was a niche (in America anyway) that Cliff seemed so suited to. Btw, I thought Jodie Foster’s rock manager Dad in “Foxes” was Cliff Richard.