40 /sigh

So I had a lovely, lovely birthday yesterday. As set out. But I thought that I should mention that it was lovely.

But now I have to be 40. I am hoping that doesn't mean I have to be sensible and mature. And I am frankly suspicious of the maxim that life begins at 40. I suspect that line to be peddled by people who say that your schooldays are the best days of your life. I remarked at about 16 that I was pretty buggered if that was really so, and I didn't see much point in continuing with life (that was a pretty fair reflection on my schooldays, I feel. They were pretty shit, all told). That was not a popular observation, as I recall. But I do feel a tiny bit more together, and as if (with some people, I am well aware that it doesn't work with everyone, thank you very much!) my opinions have some weight behind them.

Rupert Everett was very good. I have had a soft spot for him for many, many years, so it was lovely (on my birthday) to see him in action (no! not that; he is not in Naked Men Singing!), and discover that he is not made to look a better actor on television and on film than he actually is. And a rare occurance; as the programme makes clear, he rarely appears on stage. So yay all told then!  ¶ 1:19 PM