Well, I was sposed to go out to some real club tonight, but quite frankly, at my age, I simply can’t be arsed. Seeing as I’m going out tomoz and Sunday night, praps best to have a quiet night in, tbh.
So, as it’s me birthday this weekend (substituted as there’s no 29th for another 3 years..), I’ll start off with a nice young blonde lady singing the inevitable perennial…
Happy Birthday, President RudeBoy…
And a little number, by a band led by another Hackney rude boy:
20th Century RudeBoy!
Number One when I was born (First UK No.1 to feature a Moog synthesiser)
I’d like to teach the World to sing, in corporate material harmony…
And I hope I’ll be around for at least a little bit longer, but I’d quite like these to be played at me funeral:
Death of a Clown
Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
Enough of that, it’s surely party time!
Free drinks tonight! Don’t take the piss, though…