Dinner.

[Sir C]

dessert at The Ned (former Midland Bank) and a cocktail at the rooftop bar with the thunder and lightening overhead.

Happy birthday m. How old are you now?

[Monty92]

Happy birthday m. How old are you now?

I am 37 and 1 day.

[Pat Vegas]

I am 37 and 1 day.

You are a boxer?

[Sir C]

I am 37 and 1 day.

That's funny. When I was that age you used to mock me and call me a piss-stained old ****.

[Rich]

That's funny. When I was that age you used to mock me and call me a piss-stained old ****.

How old are you now, Sir C? Is it nearly all over?

[Sir C]

How old are you now, Sir C? Is it nearly all over?

52. Very, very nearly dead.

[Burney]

I am 37 and 1 day.

Ah, yes. Happy belated birthday.

I find the idea of you being 37 very odd indeed, I must say.

[Pokster]

Ah, yes. Happy belated birthday.

I find the idea of you being 37 very odd indeed, I must say.

You mean he acts like a 12 yr old???? Or he is wise beyond his years?

[Burney]

You mean he acts like a 12 yr old???? Or he is wise beyond his years?

No. I suppose I just always think of him as the callow youth I first encountered on here all those years ago. When you never meet someone and only communicate with them remotely, they don't really age in one's mind's eye, do they?

[Sir C]

No. I suppose I just always think of him as the callow youth I first encountered on here all those years ago. When you never meet someone and only communicate with them remotely, they don't really age in one's mind's eye, do they?

There's still a tiny part of me that will forever think less of myself that I didn't lamp him one when it was appropriate. :sigh: