25 hour party people

Some of the 150 Belgians who sang Happy Birthday to Timber last year.
Photo by Tom Tollenaere.

Apparently this is Timberblog's 50th entry. And apparently I'm 24 tomorrow. I think it is going to be a Very Bad Birthday, as I am working all evening, and will probably be lucky enough to have some downtrodden single tourist come to reception and spill out their entire life story on me. Again. Still, it was never going to be as good as last year, when the clocks went backward on the 31st, ensuring that I had a whole extra hour of people buying me pints. This was after playing a gig where the host informed everyone it was my birthday, before instructing me to lead the singing on the piano. Happy Birthday to Me, I thought, as 150 Belgians sang along. For those of you with nothing to do next week, you could do worse than buying a ticket to Leuven and seeing the 4th annual international improvisation festival.

(Just make sure you go to the Flemish Leuven, not the French one. Not that I would ever make a silly mistake like that. Oh no.)