Today the ageometer clicked around to 37yrs, not one of ya wished me well, i’ve burnt my christmas card lists and i’m throwing all my good will in the liffey. Bugger the lot of y’all!

Grumpy old sod.

You’ve never bin nice anyway, not like me. You’ve always bin horrid.

Unhappy Birthday.

37?? Not doing too well, are you? I mean, I’m much older than you, but look a lot younger. And I’m much better on a bike than you.

Never mind mate. One year closer to death.

Grumpy musician? Perfect combo 😉

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
HERE’S YOUR CAKE

You have to shout for the oldies y’know 😀

I am considerably (5) years older than you, and far grumpier..

Welcome 😉

Heh! He’ll not be able to sit naked on a slatted bench soon, Khani! 😀

PARDON?…..

Unhappy Birthday.
37?? Not doing too well, are you? I mean, I’m much older than you, but look a lot younger. And I’m much better on a bike than you.

You have to shout for the oldies y’know

Whoooooooosh!!
😆

MrNutt you’re young enough to be my son,so grow up.
Ian (Aged 56)

I may be senile, but I’m not deaf, Khani…

Well I thought it was funny 😕
Ho-hum……..

38 yesterday…

No one cares, no one…

nutt, I’ve just found out, you ARE my son. Stop copying me.

Mike (59)

Well late 30’s is the age to be chaps, enough money to buy toys, still young enough to play with them and still hard enough to beast the young and foolish on deathmarch rides. Lets celebrate for one day we may reach 40 and then we’re in the doodoo as you become old fat and slow overnight as the middle age spread fairy waves its magic wand over you.

Lets celebrate for one day we may reach 40 and then we’re in the doodoo as you become old fat and slow overnight as the middle age spread fairy waves its magic wand over you.

‘Tis true 🙁

Jeeze, no wonder Woppit’s a miserable sod. 😉

Quite. It started the moment I answered the door and heard “Hello Dad”…

I can ride me bikes better now at 38 than I ever did. Mind you, that’s not saying much. Happy birthday Nutt.

Lets celebrate for one day we may reach 40 and then we’re in the doodoo as you become old fat and slow overnight as the middle age spread fairy waves its magic wand over you.

I’ll have you know that I shot the middle-age spread fairy between the eyes at close range. I can still wear the same size jeans I wore twenty years ago an’ I’m fifty six this year. Slower than I was back then, mind; I blame that on my kneez…

Lets celebrate for one day we may reach 40

That’ll be in October then. I’ve been grumpy for the last 2.5 years. Since my 37th birthday, more or less. Have a crap one, Nutt: it’s crap and you deserve it. Maybe.

😆