The night before

Tomorrow is Andy's 31st birthday. He's insisting that he doesn't want any fuss, but he did request that I make him a nice birthday dinner. I said I'd make him anything he wanted - just name it, I'll make it.

What did he request? Burger and chips. And onion rings. To be consumed with beer in front of the footie.

So burger and chips he got, and damn good it was too. I thought this was a pretty tame way of celebrating a birthday but Ian at work assures me that this is the dream scenario for most men - beer, burger and football being the Holy Trinity of manhood I assume.