Jew in London

The only way I figured that I would get some birthday wishes or even perhaps birthday presents is if I let people know!

As a kid I always too shy to get anything. My borthers and sisters would come home with piles of shopping, from socks to suites, and who paid for it? "Daddy". I was running around working my guts off just to buy myself some tissues in the winter. My friends would come to my house open the fridge, take my stuff and all without any worries.

I then realised (I think when I turned 20) that the only way you get things is if you stick your foot in the way. People are lovely poeple, and they would love to give you stuff. How do you know that the guy you just went out to eat with is not willing to pay for your meal, did he say so? How do you know that noone is gonna buy you a porsche, did you ever ask anyone? The truth is I once mustered the courage to ask my father for a porsche (I told him he should buy himself one, and since he doesn't drive much...), he almost made me start paying rent, I din't ask again.

The point is - you don't ask, you don't get. It is my birthday and I would like a porsche, and if you are kind enough you can also cover the insurance till I turn 25. You are the best. Oh and I am not fussy, i'll take the one you are thinking of giving me, I won't say no.

Also wishing my Taurus blogger buddy The Next Contender a Happy Birthday. I would have wrote earlier, but there was a postal strike (no punn intended). I guess it only works with cards.

Just for a little sympathy my way here, I am celebrating my birthday this year trying to understand the "true and fair view" in accounting, the buggers couldn't figure it out themselves so they have to ruin my one day a year. Last year they decided that marginal costing was also more important, I don't know where they get the cheek. Although I do have my birthday hat a whistle here, so after all it isn't that bad, it could have been worse.

Bidding you good day.