...the least birthday-ish birthday I've ever had. I spent the day at work, I'm now vegging out on the sofa, debating whether to pop out to Tesco to buy food or rustle something together from whatever I've got in (the wind and the rain is making me think probably the latter...), and thinking that really I ought to do some tidying up.
I might watch some Galaxy Quest later. Or I might not.
Watching a programme from Channel 5 a couple of nights (and indeed a couple of years) back, Britain's Favourite Xmas Songs and am rather shocked to be informed that "back in the '70s, Eurovision was still a respected annual song contest."
No, Eurovision was always a load of silly tosh... Sometimes, depending on your mileage, a good load of silly tosh, but silly tosh nevertheless...