The Commodore 64, that’s who!

Happy birthday then, inanimate object. I expect you’ll be out on the piss tonight with your best mates VIC & SID quickly followed by a depressing morning after where you’ll reflect on your younger, happier times, whilst crying like a girl?

The worst thing about being thirty (and beyond) is the inability to turn pages without slightly licking your finger tips beforehand.

This creates a huge dilemma, as it’s not publicly or socially acceptable to do this until you hit your fifties!