The year 1959 was a very good one indeed and I don’t mean for red wine. I mean for people. In 2009, the 59ers will turn 50, including the beloved of my life. And me. My beloved threw a surprise party for my 30th birthday. I don’t do surprises well, being reserved by nature. I found it hard work to socialise with the collection of disparate family and friends. I even look uncomfortable in the photographs.