Birthday Blues No. 1 #1 - The New Seekers - I'd Like to Teach The World to Sing
BOOM! At the exact moment my father's teenage jizz hit my mum's equally teenage egg, the Beatles split up. Of only marginally less significance, I was conceived. I've done the maths, it's about right. My Mum's 18th birthday or thereabouts. More booze than cake, no doubt. Band of Gold playing in the background. A warm spring evening in the hinterland between South London and Kent. The air thick with Tamla and Babycham. And then, wallop, the world changes. I don't remember anything about being born and I don't want to. The stuff since is bad enough. Quick aside time - Recently a friend announced to me that they were a "Platinum Gay". I didn't know what this meant so he told me it's a gay man who was born by caesarian and has never touched a vagina. Which is kind of disgusting and funny at the same time. Anyway, I digress. I wouldn't want to remember being born and it's probably for the best that we can't. I turned up on my due ...