Three weeks from now I'll be 50. Fuck! There were times I never thought I'd get there, but here I am.
As a child I wanted to be a racing driver when I grew up, then I found music; Bowie, The Pistols... and my path was set. I thought I would grow up and get married, have kids... instead I'm still unmarried (though not single) and I have no children. This is my only regret.
I'm sure my darling man will have plans to celebrate, but I think I will come up with my own way of celebrating/marking the occasion.
Maybe more ink, a new car, some art? Mmmm the choices!