if Roy loves birthdays, even far too his does come around he quickly! But the people those really feels sorry for are now… with ones round about
I’ve always enjoyed birthdays – not my own I hasten to add, they get far too close together every year. Mine is actually halfway through the year – thanks Mum for arranging that. But the people I really feel sorry for are those whose birthdays are close to the season of lashing out for all and sundry. I remember the unlucky kids at school who had to do with one present to cover both their birthday and Jesus’s – and I married one of ’em.
Debbie had a special birthday this year and said she didn’t want a big ‘do’, but a simple gathering of the Flitcroft clan (her maiden name) and some lovely grub. I generously allowed her
‘I generously allowed her to choose the menu and, need you ask, it did feature her childhood favourites, apple crumble and custard and Lancashire hot pot’
to choose the menu and, need you ask, it did feature her childhood favourites, apple crumble and custard and Lancashire hot pot. She still loves ’em today! We sat around the table with 14 family and friends (she chose all of them) and I was delighted when she invited my brother and his missus.
In our business, we still travel all over the UK, and now over the seven seas, doing the job wherever we’re wanted. The one drawback is not seeing our families as often as we’d like, so to have a roomful of people we love sharing a meal and a chat is a rare and much-appreciated treat.
I was seated next to my brother, Peter, and Sybil, my sister-in-law, and we didn’t stop catching up with gossip (fact and fiction), memories and several whispered jokes that I thought far too rude for the birthday girl to hear. Debbie is very good at picking the right cast for a show she’s directing and she cast her birthday dinner perfectly. The late Ned Sherrin (That Was The Week That Was) always said a successful chat show was down to getting together guests who you’d invite for a dinner party and my missus cast a bloomin’ good chat show. It’s always a joy to see her including everybody in the room, drawing out the quiet ones, matching adlibs with the witty ones, impressing the young ones with her knowledge of things today and her understanding of their problems, and her appreciating the old ‘uns’ advice and experience. She loved her birthday and, if you’re wondering which birthday it was, mind your own business... but this photo of her receiving her top present might give you a clue!
If you’re older than my lady wife you may remember my 26-year run on BBC Radio with The News Huddlines. The powers-that-be remember and, despite all the letters from listeners, are broadcasting some repeats of the show on Fridays on Radio4 Extra. Ooops! I nearly forgot – happy New Year to you and yours. May all your troubles last as long as your resolutions!
Debbie’s big birthday meant she’s entitled to a senior rail card!