I had a fantastic time on Saturday night. Unfortunately, I’ve hurt my right shoulder a bit, so I’m minimising the amount of typing I’m doing at the moment. That means no email.

So if you’ve written to me, I really do want to write back, but it may take me a few days.

Tonight is my birthday party.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

By this time tomorrow, I’ll be 30.

I’ll probably feel about 40, however.

Today I had a look at the local community hall in preparation for my 30th birthday party (a.k.a. “Shlockadelica ‘08″) — it looks fine for my purposes. Bonus: it’s got a stage, so anyone performing karaoke gets the real Idol treatment. (Free gunshot wound to anyone who sings “Country Roads”.)

It’s got chain-pull toilets, and the men’s toilets don’t even have a proper door, so it’s all a bit dodgy in terms of the “facilities”, but otherwise it seems to be pretty decent.

Also in the works: catering and music.
Still to investigate: decorations, cake and a liquor permit (seriously).

Anyway, if you find that you’re not invited, don’t take it personally. The guest list has to be limited, and frankly, you’re obviously not cool enough to make the cut, loser.