See, June birthdays end up with this massive sense of entitlement

Everything's supposed to be perfect, all the time. So when they encounter life's difficulties they fall apart, the little snowflakes.

We Januaryers know that life isn't fair, the weather's rubbish, no-one gives you any decent presents ... and we square our shoulders, jut our jaws and get on with it. We are TOUGH.

Posted By: Old Git, May 12, 09:45:27