In the early '90s, there was a show called 'thirtysomething' on television in the UK. I never watched it but, in 1994, the title provided the inspiration for a weekend of fun and games I arranged so some of my contemporaries, various family members and hangers on could celebrate the fact that we had said goodbye to our twenties. In a nice turn of events, I have just had a call to say that a few of those present have now arranged a similar weekend to mark the start of our 41st years on the planet. In three week's time, I'll be taking a leisurely drive home having spent the weekend staying at the Hilton Moorside Grange and having eaten a fine Sunday lunch at The Waltzing Weasel. I reckon that even I can justify one posh weekend every 520 weeks.
Posted by bignoseduglyguy at February 29, 2004 09:42 PM | TrackBack