Who am I?
It was my birthday last week - thanks to Facebook quite a few people knew and obviously my friends and family know. But I tend not to share the date with others or too widely. It feels overly conspicuous and probably reminds me of those feelings of not being worthwhile enough to share my birthday or celebrate it. Even having the cards up for longer than a couple of days feels too much and I'm keen to move on. That said I did indeed celebrate and took myself and my wife off to London for a couple of days. I also saw one of my brothers and my eldest sister (I'm the youngest of five) for lunch and then later cocktails on the eve of the day itself. Midnight passed though with just myself and my wife sitting at my favourite cocktail bar, where they served me a glass of champagne and my long time fav cocktail a French Martini. But this post isn't meant to be about cocktails. My birthday and the other event that happened that day have me thinking a lot about identity. Sadly at ...