Yesterday, I had a bloody good birthday. Big thanks to everyone for being lovely, particularly Dr B, who has now raised the bar so high that for her birthday my only option is to fake my own kidnapping and go into hiding for three months. Again.

Anyway, here are some of the bloody good things I got:

  • The Stanley Kubrick Archives
  • a haircut
  • a toothbrush-holding robot
  • half a duck
  • cakes aplenty
  • Type Trumps
  • a LEGO USB stick
  • a Design Museum voucher
  • Watching the Watchmen
  • a pedicure
  • horribly painfully drunk.

Plus I watched Tremors for the squillionth time. Bloody good day.