The THIRTY FIVE bit:
So, anyway. It was my birthday on Sunday. I turned 35. I have completed 35 years on this planet. I’m now two days into my 36th year, which means I’m edging ever closer to 40, and further away from 30. Now there’s a sobering thought.
I had a nice day on Sunday, thanks for asking (that’s the 19th of January, put it in your diaries for next year, ‘Si’s Birthday’, it’s not difficult. Although 2015 diaries aren’t on sale yet, in which case, yes, I can see it could be quite difficult. If you put in this year’s diary, though, it’ll be there for you to copy into your new diary next year. Yes, do that. Easy.). In fact, it was a bit like Christmas. Quite exciting.
I actually opened my presents at midnight. That’s how excited I was. I don’t normally get particularly excited about birthdays, but this year there were three, quite large, packages for me to open. I had an idea what the present from my sister might be, as she’d requested a list of all the Doctor Who DVDs I didn’t already own, but what the present from my youngest brother contained eluded me. And then there was The Package…
To be honest, I don’t get many cards through the post (cards from family members tend to be dropped off at the house rather than sent via Royal Mail), so to receive an actual parcel containing a surprise for me was, frankly, unbelievable.
Honestly, a parcel! Wrapped in brown paper and everything (no, not porn)! I even had to sign for it! (That does make it sound like porn, doesn’t it?) I tore off the paper when it arrived on Saturday morning, and not only was there what felt like a pile of magazines (still sounding like porn, sorry) wrapped in lovely Mickey Mouse paper, but also an envelope with a card inside.
The envelope, rather brilliantly, looked like this:
While the inside of the card within, just as brilliantly, looked like this:
The fabulous handiwork of Andy Fanton and Stu Munro (Stu, of course,had previously given me a cameo in The Dandy). It’s nice to have friends who are professional artists, and almost as talented as me, to boot. (I keep saying it across assorted social media sites, but that really is the best birthday card I have ever had. Thanks guys.)
So, to midnight. My sister had bought me a total of six Doctor Who stories (the 3 DVD Myths and Legends boxset, 2-DVD Mara Tales boxset, plus William Hartnell’s swansong, The Tenth Planet). My brother got me the Wright/Pegg/Frost ‘Cornetto Trilogy’ of The World’s End, Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead on blu-ray, as well as the blu-ray of the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary special, The Day of the Doctor.
The Package from the boys, however, contained 24 classic IPC/Fleetway Whizzer and Chips and Buster comics from the mid-late eighties. I was pleased with the DVDs and blu-rays I’d received, but, once I’d got over the disappointment of the package not containing porn, I was especially chuffed with these comics, and immediately set about putting them in order of publication date.
Cards from Aunties and Uncles featured Daleks and TARDISes, and handouts from my Mum & Dad, and my Nan, and my other brother, gave me a rather apt £35 in birthday dosh. The other brother in question also bought me The Time of the Doctor on blu-ray, but it wasn’t released til the 20th, so I had to wait an extra day for that.
And, if you’re interested, I’ve already started spending the birthday pennies, on secondhand Madness and Divine Comedy CDs, and two more Doctor Who DVDs, The Krotons and The Dæmons, £9.45 the pair. Once they arrive, I’ll have ten more Doctor Who stories on disc than this time last week. Which is nice.
The ‘Also, comics’ bit:
Those 24 comics have, of course, now been added to The List. I’ve got 556 of the bastards now, including 353 ‘old’ (pre-2010) ones. Which, again, is nice.