Today’s my birthday. And my stock answer to anyone asking how old I am is : “Quite a bit older than I’d like to be.”

To give you a few clues, when I was born :

• No one knew what a plastic bag was.
• Radios stood on the floor and had aerials stuck up on the roof.
• Tail-lights had to be turned on manually at the back of the car.
• Girls wore dresses. Always.
• Boys had very short hair. Always.
• Women wore gloves and hats every time they left the house.
• Our frig ran on kerosene.
• There was a war on. (So, what’s new?)
• Icecream came in two choices: vanilla, or chocolate-coated vanilla – both in a cone.
• Our telephone number had 3 digits.
  

My mother was reading a novel during the early stages of labour and her aunt snatched it away from her, and told her she would damage the baby reading stuff like that.

Now there’s a book I wish I knew the title of . Think what I could blame on that author…

Weird stuff:

From yesterday’s paper. A woman here is being charged with apostasy. If found guilty, she could possibly go to jail. She says she’s not a Muslim. And according to the New Straits Times, the prosecutor argued that she was “and the fact that she was charged in the Syariah court proved it.”

Huh?