Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me…yeahhhhhhhhh. I find my birthday increasingly psychologically bizarre – it’s like a form of validation for myself as a human. Despite Brexit, I generally think I’m a decent, funny and occasionally interesting person but I still have doubts about myself, and wonder whether I could be a nicer, happier, more interesting, etc, person to be around. And then when I organise a birthday meal (or whatever I organise) I worry that nobody will turn up, or people will cancel. So the weeks running up to my birthday I always have these very occasional … Continued