Praise the God of all good things, I’ve finally hit thirty. And doesn’t it feel great! I had an awesome time at my birthday party on the weekend – it was so nice to see so many people there, all having fun drinking, listening to some top tunes and generally GETTING JIGGY WID IT.
The highlight for me was speech time, when I was presented with a cake covered in sparklers, and realised I was expected to say something! So I grabbed a sparkler and embarked upon a recitation of the davey dreamnation theme song. You may find it hard to believe, but I actually remembered it, right down to the last word! Unfortunately, my sparkler ran out about a third of the way through, thus providing a cue for everyone to applaud. Maybe they’d had enough! But I had to go on. And finish it I did.
the davey dreamnation theme song hi my name's davey dreamnation so what's yours? can we be penpals? i've got more stamps than the GPO could clear in several hundred years i'll be landing on pluto see you there or i'll send photos catch my drift? wouldn't want to miss it maybe find nothing but rumours faraway on a cold planet seemingly immune to static what's my code? nothing's automatic science diction ceases to matter up above i can see vapours time to see just what the caper is this cloud hiding a message from a retrospective species? i'll reply with postcards & LPs - start to speak a different language we don't need hi-tech devices rage against states of the notion underneath the sand lies the ocean see you there in the next ad break i can taste smarties & milky ways collide in the vacuum of our eyes inside the capsule blinking lights translate the forces of impact landing in a soft & foggy common off we go to our next assignment may involve flying to pluto in our dreams or somebody else's don't be making undue commotion rage against states of the notion [read a review of davey dreamnation's theme song here]
A cathartic moment. Thank you everyone for being there. But oh dear, no thanks to the God of hangovers! It’s the 21st century already, and we still haven’t figured out how to fix em! One for the boffins, I reckon.
Now look busy.
