Approximately 29 years ago, a child was born, that one day grew up to be me. As a celebration of this coincidence, I have been showered with gifts aplenty (despite my insistance that 29 years old is not special because it is a mere precursor to thirtysomethinghood).
Gift 1: (Andy) ‘Kelmo and the Star Men’ – A gripping work of sci-fi from the 1950’s answer to Arthur C Clarke.
Gift 2: (Delia, Belinda’s mum) – A large quantity of chocolate, still not finished.
Gift 3,4: (Nadia, Cute Sister) – DVDs of Spaced (Series 1), and Black Books (Series 1).
Gift 5: (Belinda, Cute Girlfriend) – Pure Evoke-2, DAB portable radio. Imagine a grown-ups ghetto blaster, the styling is optimised for listening to fourty-somthing programs like Radio 4’s ‘Face the Facts’ or perhaps Gardeners’ Question Time, however it features a pair of largeish speakers and is also capable of picking up trance music stations.
Gift 6: (Grandparents) – A cheque for