This is a blog devoted to the mundane daily activities of my pal, Steve. I've known Steve for over twenty years, which means that he's my oldest friend. We met at a party on a Saturday afternoon. It was February or March, and, probably, overcast. It was always overcast in the 1980s. Steve's favourite videogame was called "Berserk."

Friday, June 24, 2005

As they say in the London Free Press classifieds: lordy, lordy, look who's forty!

Devoted readers of this blog will be pleased to note that Steve, my
friend of many years, has turned forty. I can't believe it, myself.
Forty years of age! When we met, I was fifteen, and I never thought this
day would come. But here it is. Steve is forty. Forty years old.

What the fuck?