It was my birthday last Friday, and ‘When I’m Sixty Four’ took on a little more weight for a day or so.
It was an enjoyable, low-key event. A few cards, a box of liquorice allsorts from my granddaughters and a couple of books: China Dream by Ma Jian, and To the River: A Journey Beneath the Surface by Olivia Laing.
The eldest granddaughter baked a wonderful cake, long since devoured (the cake, not the granddaughter).
In the evening I kicked back and watched The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, a thoroughly entertaining Coen brothers film.
And to top it all, I hear that Blac Rabbit just released ‘Seize the Day’. If you don’t know the band, check out their Beatles covers on YouTube.
Happy birthday, Martin! Go easy on the liquorice allsorts.
I enjoyed Buster Scruggs, too — the one about the wagon train was a mini-masterpiece.
Mike
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Thanks, Mike. Yes, I particularly enjoyed the wagon train tale.
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A belated happy birthday, Martin! Sounds like you celebrated in perfect style. 64 sounds like no age to me now – I can’t imagine a modern day equivalent of the Beatles releasing a song with that title/lyrics… It’d have to be at least 74, maybe 84.
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Yes, it would seem that 64 was regarded by those twenty something upstarts as ‘last knockings’. Still, I don’t take anything for granted. Another year notched up. I’m a lucky boy.
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