Top 6 Celebrity Shag List.

I have been enjoying my blogs muchy-more of lately, now that I have a lot more time on my hands. Just this past 3 weeks I have discovered new bloggists with similar interests as my own and I've gotten to visit  longer term friends a bit more, too!  This post has been influenced by Gwen (of auntiegwensdiary.blogspot.com)so I'm off to give you my results and reasonings in reverse order. The collage consists of younger through to present dayish pictures and a separate favourite one. Please have sick buckets and stretched facial reactions at the ready:

No.6 - Ed Byrne.

The cheeky chappie comedian with the smooth Irish accent has always appealed to me. I think it's true that a man can laugh a woman into bed. I just happened to catch the ending of one of his early shows where he renamed dental hygienists 'tartar bitches'.  He's geeky and bodily weedy but his tongue makes up for that in other ways. I was lucky to catch him at one of the Edinburgh Fringe shows a good few years back now and I think it's about time for  a revisit. An enlightened member of the British Humanist Association, Ed sticks up for natural ethics and in his view comedy is his religion.  There's a chance his bony being would be crushed under my vivacious curves, but he can ripple my waves any time he likes.....!
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No.5 - Rutger Hauer

The problem with fancying an older man when you're in your twenties is that by the time you're in your forties he's eligible for his bus pass. But I've adored Dutch actor (now with full American accent) Rutger Hauer since I saw Blade Runner back in 1981. Plays Androids and psychos  tremendously well. Wish I could say the same about the rest of his films as most of them are bit, well a lot, B-sidey.  His best effort was The Legend Of The Holy Drinker, an Italian subtitled film about a homeless drunk who is intent on paying back the church a small loan they gave him but he's met with problems along the way in doing so. Believe it or not, it won an award! The Guinness adverts he starred in in the 80's & 90's are legendary, too!  With hands like shovels, and those blue, blue eyes, I'm not ruling out a bed-bop but I'd be curious to have a shower with Hauer  yet.  One of the sexiest voices ever and he portrays that wonderfully in our recent Lurpak butter voice-over adverts!! He just makes into my top 6 but has given me some good spreads over the years!
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No 3 - David Tennant

Well, what can I say? He's talented, handsome, and very, very sexy. It is my younger sister's fault that I'm into him as she bullied me into watching Casanova, a comedy drama where he played an effusively, exuberant Bohemian womanizer. Hard to think his father is a minister in real life! Of course, this Scotsman is mostly known as Dr.Who, with the rather suave English accent. But that smile......! Uh!  David's stage roles do get rave reviews but the role that stunned me was his part in Recovery, a BBC play about a man dealing with life after brain injury has wiped out most of his memory. It has elements of humour as well as pathos and he plays the part to perfection. If you have never seen it, the drama is uploaded onto youtube in bouts of 10 minutes. Give it a go.  My favourite picture is the one singled out. You choose the story David......I won't be listening to a bloody word of it, anyhow!
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 No.3 - Brett Anderson
 
A few years ago he made it to my No.1 spot, but he's slipped a bit now.  It never really was his 'good looks' that I fell for (doesn't quite need a head bag, though) but his song writing talents. The man is a musical genius. London born Brett, with his band, Suede, changed the face of British pop way back in 1993 and I only discovered them via an impromptu gig accompanying my wee sister (Sandy, I'm not worthy....!) and was hooked ever since.  I left that gig thoroughly bruised, dehydrated, sweat-soaked and fag burned but it was one of the biggest thrills of my life.  I now hate attending seated gigs. The thrill of not knowing if you're coming out alive somehow adds to the experience.  Suede split up in 2003 and have now reformed (what with this huge Britpop comeback stuff) and I'm excited about it.  Brett and the boys helped me support a charity gig where I busked all their songs for 24hours. There was an anonymous donation after the deed that no-one has ever admitted to. Mmmm Hmmmm!  Mr.Anderson, you recently married, but never quite broke my heart. I at least got a dressing-room cuddle from you!
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No.2 Viggo Mortensen 

Well, here's to my floppy-haired obsessed hormones. Viggo is my Danish/American supremo. For years he put the wind up me in some of his roles. He just has one creep-you-out type face that a woman can't resist. Personally, I think he has become more distinguished as he's aged (whereas some women just become hacket!). Granted he starred in some shit roles, too, but all one needs to do is focus on the man. God, I even sat through them boringly, dull (in colour format - at least Hairy Patter had plenty colour!) far too long LOTR trilogy tripe just to catch a swatchy! He's also a bit of a humanitarian, musician and Embassador. A real sweet guy.  I have to admit, he'd need to shave his ruddy chest before I had a go on his oboe, for sake of the velcro effect against my rather dried-out, hacketty hair. My favourite pic is of him playing Lucifer in The Prophecy where he's just ripped out Angel Gabriel's ticker and feasted on it. What, Viggo? No ketchup?! Didn't I say he was all heart..?
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No.1 - Eric Stoltz
  

Well, ladies (and occasional gent) you'll see I'm not totally ruled by looks. No Johnny Dipps or Brad Pittance's made it into my top 6 and I hear they're absolutely gutted.  And for the first time in a long time, a ginger has taken the top spot.  During the 80's a film called Some Kind Of Wonderful, a teenage tripe he-doesn't-really-love-the-snooty-rich-girl-but-his-best-female-friend-after-all kind of film, was made a bit more interesting to me as the love interest was a rock chick and I was guitar mental back then. As much as I adored him and the film back then, my adoration waved a little until the mid-nineties where he starred as an earth angel, terrorised by Christopher Walken.  But it takes a talented actor to play controversial roles and playing a paedophile in The Butterfly Effect was both disturbing and admiring. One thing I have to say about gingers is they usually have the greenest mottled or ice-clear eyes, usually with accompanying long lashes, and very, very nice tones to their voices. This all re-surfaced when Sky 1 (yes, I probably do watch too much night television) started to show Caprica, a sci-fi series in which he's now starring. And for a man nigh on 50, I think he's a little bit of alright! So Stoltz, I'd make sure my house was full of bolts 'cause you wouldn't be going anywhere until I'd finished with you.......Wouldn't he have made a wonderful ginger Jesus..?
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I've had so much fun compiling this that I'll be adding more celebrity shags in the future - but with an added twist. A list of Dead or Nearly Dead shags that were top in their prime but now need either a bed bath or the past need of a funeral director.  I fancy a Geek list, too. I mean a very geeky or ugly bloke, that for some reason other than looks tickled your fancy. And a Shame list - where the guys are barely legal (and in my terms of age, that starts from their 20's!).  Hussy that I am...!

And I Would Walk 500 Miles........

I've finally arranged my trip to London. On April 30th I will be heading south and staying there for a week.  I'm looking forward to spending time with my daughter more than anything but I'll also be making the peace/piece oan jam (I'm taking a plain loaf with me which you can hardly get down there) with my twin sister.  We fell out a few years ago and the thing I couldn't tolerate more than anything was her snobbery. She led a celebrity lifestyle with the occasional celebrity (in her eyes, I happen to think Chris (dia)Rea is a boring twat) and a few others but I blame her ex-husband's influence for the change in her. It's a long story that I won't bore anyone with it but thankfully the normal Scottish lassie, from the less-than-normal council house is back again - still in London - but back again. This is the last fall out we're ever gonna have. What I've learned is that we're too old and stubborn and the time is just zooming past. Before we know it, one will be at the others' funeral lest we make a mad suicide pact over the boys who broke our hearts at high school or the recording we made when we were 16 is unleashed and lobbed on the Internet. I don't think, In The Blue Ridged Mountains Of Virginia, in which we're pitch perfect, needs to resurface.  I was Blondie's biggest fan back then ffs!

My darling daughter, whom I don't blog nearly enough about, (she's shy) has a wonderful schedule for us.  A day in Windsor, a West End show at night that we will be spontaneously deciding on when we're there, I think Madam Tussauds is on the cards too. I want a pic with me with my hands shoved down someones' trousers but knowing my luck they'll be glued on. And a trip to Sea World is top of my list. Underwater life has always fascinated me and to stand under a glass tunnel where fish and marine life are floating up above me will be magnificent. The last time we did that was when Kerri was a tot.

But more than anything, I'm dying to see my baby's new show flat. After years of hard graft, Kerri and her hubby James (who's in my latest Nippy Side pic!) have at last settled into a flat they're happy in. My crafty daughter knows that I'm dying to see it as it sounds fabulicious, but she refuses to post any pictures of it. That I have to do with my own eyes and camera. She knows I'm too damn fussy about leaving the boys to themselves. They'll survive. Here is me and she at our last night out in Glasgow to catch a Casino show....and no, she didn't get me pissed that night!

Daffy Update

It looks like the food colouring is working on the daffodils but won't change the flower completely before it dies. Quite a nice difference nonetheless, just with subtle edging. If I try it again I'm going to use shorter stalks and a different brand additive. Click for the bigger pic!

Blast From The Past.....40 Odd Years

I needed to go pee today as I was half-way round the supermarket.  It was the first time I had used the new toilets there and wasn't ready for the latest hand drier installment.  Normally I avoid looking in the highly illuminated mirror for fear of catching a glimpse at aging old me. But the drier was on the mirror's side and did that for me nonetheless.  The skin on the back of my hand flapped and rippled with vengeance. Elasticity departing. And no anti-aging hand cream is ever gonna bring it back.

I quite like the idea of the below drier. Shame about the boring old theme tune when there are so many toilet-related songs that would suffice. Mind you, it would go down a bomb in the Ladies on Singles Night as the mascara runs and stains their cheeks and glitter tops. The last few notes, however, would be worth the smell of carbolic wafting around me.




Any song you think might do...?

So This Is Easter......?

I've had a rather pleasant Easter Sunday. Not much chocolate about to start with but my my best mate sorted that one out via a huge chocolate Easter egg cake by the afternoon! She's so thoughtful and makes every day count.

PrettyBoy was working and GingerNut was in Glasgow recording The Valentine's new demo. The Cheaper half and I went on 'romantic' walk through the nettles and debris of the old train line to pick daffodils that grow wild there. I have split the daffs into six jars and added food colouring to the water in an attempt to turn the flowers multi shades. If it works I shall take pictures to show you!

Anyhow - there is little time left to Easter Sunday now and want to watch a horror movie with Cheapy and crunch  my way through some refridgerated hollow chocolate eggs. Which leads me to say that you don't get Easter Bunnies like you use to in my day....... 

Back To Front To Back

I just had to pinch this from Dave Mac's Viral Video when I saw it. The cheeky Irish presenter chose this recently (I follow his virals most day - why not do the same!). Made with wonderful, cheesy grace and a bit sick-bucketty for my usual liking, it has a fascinating new spin to palindromes. It's just over a minute long so please view it in full.



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Paint Away and Radiate(r)

I'm already getting tetchy with my house colour schemes. Not the kitchen. I'm not in there an awful lot, probably mostly to shoo Simon (my ginga cat) from the worktops. He costs me a bomb in anti-bacterial wipes and I be a liar if I said I've never eaten a sausage that didn't have an elusive cat hair on it. Mmmmm - maybe just the once. But since the kitchen is definitely NOT my area I couldn't give a shit what it looked like.

The sitting/living room's colour I only changed 3 years ago and I quite liked the subtle shades of cream and green but time has shown that despite growing up, boys will be boys, and going pastel was a bad choice. They still play football, they still hold on to the wall next to the phone (while one hand is stuffed down their kex making sure that their bollocks don't fall off...I HATE THAT.....) after playing football, and so on.....!  So things are getting a little bit on the grubby side in some areas. I tried painting over but the  test patch is a lot darker with an extra coat. So I've decided a change must come about soon. There is one rule I must follow with trepidation....and that's not to be sarcastic to my helpers. Some years ago The Cheaper Half painted the whole of the hall and staircase in bright pink before I got home from work and it was a bastard trying to calm the colour with others so as yet visitors are meeting me at the door with a blast of shocking pink. Even those with dire news.

So what ruddy colour scheme do I go for now? Or should I just buy myself a bottle of vino everytime I sit there and feel mad at the radiators for being the only things still in their birthday suits. Or maybe if I pale it enough myself  I'll blend into the colour scheme and fuzz myself out......

Spring, Sprang, Sprung

I never thought I would be making something of it, but I really am pissed off at spring for being late. Not just a couple of hours late but at least a month. The sub-zero temperatures over the festive season is to blame. Normally by this time, a few little changes occur eg :

The cats want out more now daylight is expanding.
My taste buds stop craving hot steamy soup.
PrettyBoy brings me home a traffic cone filled with daffodils from his night out.
I've well chosen what kind of Easter Egg I want. 

Not yet!

I'll be spending some long overdue time with KrazyKek and my twin sister, Migi, at the start of May and methinks I'm gonna have to actually pack a cardi or two then. Compared to Scottish temperatures at the same time of year, I usually get by with tops and no jackets in London.  KrazyKek (see sidebar for details!)  moved into her new show flat with her husband around a year ago, and refuses to take any indoor shots for me to see. I have to do that with my own eyes and my own camera!  My only concern is that I really don't sleep too good in strange beds and surroundings, whereas my twin can sleep upright and anywhere. Over KrazyKek's wedding period, I never slept for 3 full nights not even with the comfiest bed. But I survive and am really looking forward to it. Just time for me and the gals. And a few suburban daffodills. Vases variable.

A Right Belter....!

I've been drawn to do these meme thingies on WLL, too. While perusing through my blogroll I came across a fantastic twist to it in Wildernesschic's blog http://rujon.blogspot.com/.  And here are the simple rules.

1.  Open the first photo folder you find.
2.  Scroll to the tenth photo.
3.  Tell the story behind it.

I'll not tag anyone in particular here, but keep it in mind or give it a go.  And thank you Wildernesschic, for the resurrection of this old snap. It was in a folder I had planned to make a slideshow of,  for PrettyBoy's 21st  but alas never got round to it in time....it's still on the cards though!

Just a simple one really of my husband, Trevor, posing with our first born son once he got the hang of smiling and projectile puking.  Poor little might must have been affronted with dad's hair here - and learned the art of baby laughter soon after.

Happy Mither's Day....!

I quite like Mother's Days. If only to see if the amount of reminding my sons of this day their father gives them beforehand actually sinks in. It usually does and GingerNut was so prepared he'd bought my card and gone and lost it before today. So I wouldn't miss out, he made a very quick replacement before his band practise. It comprised of thus:

Front cover:     big letters with Happy Mother's Day, a million kisses and a bubble at the bottom saying: "that was tiring"    
                        
Inside left - a poem:       "Although the day's no as special as engaged or getting merried. Keep in mind, your guitar'll be mine, the day yer deed and berried!........only jokin' - love you!
                                     
Inside right - a message:    To Maw, Happy Mother's Day.........fi yer best son Adam...xxx...ps...Ross might have bought ye chocolates, but he widnae sing for ye...!
                                        
What an impromptu card to receive. In pure unadulterated GingerNut style. How will I break the news to him that I want cremating...me and all my oak and pine things alike...?

Shopping a la Weans Style

Two sure-fire things that appalled PrettyBoy in the past? One was a shopping trip with me and the other the mention of breastfeeding. Two things that he pretty much couldn't avoid at certain points in his life. Used to like both if I remember correctly up to certain ages, of course. Now the thought of shopping with his mother (again) has lost it's horrific value and he quite likes the dastardly deed.  GingerNut, on the other hand, has never shown any repulse at being seen out with his mum and quite happily tags along.

Anyhow, me and my two lads decided we'd make a day of it in Stirling. That way it reduces the chances of being seen in our own town and lets us enjoy our day without possible interuption from bumpers. It also gave me the chance to look for other ideas for my best mate's birthday pressie, too. Oh, and a quick liquid refreshment, to boot. GingerNut passes for 18 in pubs these days and staff rarely complain if the pub's quiet and he's with his mum.

After a quick scour round the shops we decided that a certain perfume set for Liz was ideal. Got the green light from the boys (mind you, PrettyBoy would probably have agreed to Fairy and a pair of Marigolds by this time, coz when I comparative shop I do a bloody good job of it!) quite literally.

Liz has always unashamedly liked Westlife. Those cheeky-chopped Irishmen who have stolen the hearts of many a menopausal older woman (I quite fancy one of them but don't tell her!) and now they are in their thirties, and we the sore side of forty, it no longer feels like borderline paedophilia when lusting after 'younger'  boys. But back to the 'present'....we noticed in a 'fume shop window a perfume gift box set endorsed by them. Now, GingerNut would have quite happily gone in the shop and doubled as a Jamacian- Irishman when enquiring about it, so I thought I'd make the purchase a bit more memorable. Ross and I tossed a coin and if he lost he was to go in and buy it and say it was for his boyfriend.  He paused for a bit before the flip but it slapped on his hand against him and in he went and done it!  Even heard him explain that 'Dave' likes the spray scented on their cushions! The assistants obviously didn't believe him one bit and smiley-giggled back at him throughout. But he stuck to his deal.

So shopping trips with the lads are almost as exhilarating as with my daughter. KrazyKek trails me into Anne Summers (I hate the bloody place) for a look every time she's up and you've no idea what questions she asks. Well, you probably have but between that and knocking on the bus window home at red lights to show her recently purchased goods to drivers is a little of what I'll never stay pale-faced over.  But if nothing else, I may just have made a new retail scouring friend in PrettyBoy.  While reminding him that just a few years ago, if a bag I carried hadn't a la-de-da designer or posh-twat logo on it he'd be mortified. He took one of the bags and my pen while in the pub and carried this one home. That's ma boy:

Auld Maud

It will be a year ago tomorrow since my mother-in-law died. I'm already fearing how my husband will cope with it. Right now he seems to be doing okay and I'll try to keep him busy if I can. I'm not reminding the boys until tomorrow evening for despite them being typical lads who'd naturally find solace in their mates and put on a brave front, I prefer them to pass their educational day as usual with nothing else clogging up their mind. They may remember themselves but I'll let them say first if so.

Auld Maud (as my husband used to nickname you) it's been a tough, tough year. I only hope I can manage another one with less pressure. I'm doing my best to take care of the boys but sometimes I miss your moaning and huffing and the way you used to help me nag "Melvin".

No Need For Tears......(but I ended up in them anyhow).

Sadly, NNFI were runners up at last night's final in Glasgow!  Bloody' winning band won with SIX covers, and two originals whereas 'Ma utha Boayz' vice-versa'd that! So if you're a band of males, who sing like girls and cover Girls Aloud, Lady Gaga, and dance songs and the only female judge is an Ibiza DJ and very pretty, then you're in with a shout for next year!
       Anyhow, Ma (original) Boayz (The Valentines) reformed and were the special guests artists while the judges deliberated. THEY ourclassed ALL the bands there! That was the higher mentors' opinion in the dressing room as well as mine, of course!  So The Valentines took  NNFI  under their musical wings and boosted their spirits by sharing the limo on the way home.  The young one's after event perty went ahead (at Dave's house) and I believe Adam copped off with a gorgeous fan! But I went home for a cuppa tea and some TLC from my cat and older son.
       NO NEED FOR IDOLS was the band that gained the most points in stage performance. Oliver is a fabulous front man and considering they only banded in June 09' (and were the youngest band with all at 16) is a huge achievement. They have released 2 demo's, are sought after on a regular basis in Glasgow venue's and there has been some managerial interest in them, particularly with Walk Away! So, it's fair to say that the lads are paying their dues to their fans, which is a key factor to true success. Okay - rant and sour grape gripe over with.....!

I'll post more pictures once I've edited them, so keep calling back! I was very lucky in that Adam had my name down on the guest list for the show. Tickets were sold within 2 HOURS of release and were arranged through St.Mungo's high school on behalf of the band. So, there was a lot of disappointed family and friends on the drummer and the lead guitarist's side as they attend Larbert and Falkirk  high schools. In a certain sense I'm glad it's all over with as these things rarely run smoothly and the sudden return of the snow was shit timing, too! Next focus will be Casino's next round of the Bulge Band Battle (their site's under construction meantime) but details will be

updated on a regular basis. Phew!

A Sneaky Preview

A huge favour from you guys........(here she goes again!).... I have the latest video from Casino that I would like to share with you and get some honest opinions on.

The band was invited to shoot their video in this posh hotel in Dundee as Paul from the band attends university close by. The managing staff were impressed at how well the boys were doing,  (yes, students do have a pint there now and again, via bursery or parental pecuniary aide) and they would be delighted to make the hotel the venue for a future video if they fancied the challenge. A plug for the hotel and an even cheaper video shoot for Casino!! They accepted a few weeks' later.

Set up started at 6.am and filming didn't finish until 10.30pm!  As my son is the drummer, he had a real hard job looking as if  he was hitting the drums PrettyBoy style! Guests were still in bed so he had to tone his stick control down but make it look like the kit was being wellied. The cheeky-faced barman is just one of their mates who accepted the cameo role offer, and this place was happy to let 7 uni students (including film shooter) in a huge function room with fully functioning optics!!  That boosted the ego (as well as the bloodstream) somewhat V.I.P.ish!!

Joking aside, I must add that their official website is undergoing construction and this video won't really be uploaded for official viewing until then, as will new photo's, gigging lists, info,  as well as a brand new song called Lynette. But for you selected few..... here's the latest  CASINO offering. Shadow Company.  As with their other video's - and live shows - they also chuck in that element of fun.. Hope you enjoy it - even if it is only for this one time - but there's a couple more vids from the guys on my sidebar. Would you place a bet on Casino...?

Preparation H

The plans and arrangements for PrettyBoy's 21st birthday (on Valentine's Day!) are coming along. I love how the brain-work and the creativity is left to we women to fathom out! Then again, we really DON'T want the men to interfere too much anyhow, so we can use this kind of thing in future slanging matches! Sadly, we left it too late to find a local venue to have it in, as Valentines Day parties are still a big deal these days. To make matters worse, PrettyBoy's mate Chops (who'll be 21 on the 13th!) has a ruptured appendix and had to cancel his celebration abruptly. 

Anyhow, a last minute limo's booked and a surprise tour is on the cards and while he is out and about with his chosen family and friends, (me and the cheaper half not included ) we're going to gatecrash the charity night for half an hour (Adam is having a half-hour set with The Valentines there), drive him there and we'll all (well, nearly all!)  fill wurselves up with cheap booze and then head for home (me carrying the snare and cymbals on route) while the young ones party on in a nightclub, and I blow some balloons and things for his return then celebrate in my favourite style - under the duvet (alone).

My own little pain-in-the-arse is fast becoming a man.

Quirks, Jerks and Going Berserk

PrettyBoy was in the kitchen tonight with me and watching me intently as I dried my hair. As it's long and thick it takes me a little while for the full-dry effect and I simply bend over and dry it upside down. Wondering what the interest was I asked him if I had nits. And being a smart arse he replied 'probably'  then said for years now near the end of my blasting I count to ten, then switch the hairdryer off.  But that's not all.
                 At the end of a hearty laugh, I always finish with "ahooo".  If there's a horror film on or I'm freaked out I always grab and twist my hair on the right side only. Sometimes, apparently,  I flare my nostrils when engrossed in something. God knows why but I seemingly do. I can't settle either if ornaments aren't the same distance apart and I'm a nut for symmetry. Open windows need to be the same distance apart and I never sleep until I've read a full chapter of my bedtime book - even if it's 50+ pages long. 
                 Something else I do that I'm that aware of is when settling on the settee, I always run my heel up and down the front of my other foot, specially if I'm getting tired. But there are a few deliberate habits I've got. Taking too much out of the cash machine when I'm alone is one, forgetting to bring along my purse when the cheaper-half is with me and another is pretending I'm asleep when I'm not (we've all done it girls, haven't we?). Sometimes, it's the pile of dishes that greet me on my return home that brings out the best in me, something the boys all know that comes naturally. Shouting!! BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEE!

Another One Bites The Cake

I had a really nice birthday.  I was lavished with lovely gifts and cake from my neighbours Liz and Tam and my family of males made a really nice Mexican meal night for me with Ross doing most of the cooking but Adam's bowl of nacho's were the darts! However,  I just adored the card below my best mate Liz bought me more than anything. It's her down to a tee and I still giggle if I'm out and about and  think of it. I'll be back tomorrow!

You Sad Pathtic Winker!

Tomorrow I turn forty-six. Not that that really scares me for I'll always be a teenager at heart. I'm not typical, serious nor dull just have a tendency to be quiet a lot but when I'm not I'm buzzing. I will buzz tomorrow. My family and I will be watching the whole of this video then as we always do on our birthday. Now it's only 36 seconds long, so I'll be expecting you to watch the whole bloody thing. It's Richie singing Happy Birthday to himself but the look on Eddie's face is priceless.  Tomorrow I turn forty-six!