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A few weeks ago my friend Richard turned 40. From my viewpoint (39 two thirds and counting) turning forty seems to be a bit of a big deal. It’s unlike previous birthdays, gone are the endless, nebulous possibilities of people’s potential futures. People now have kids, ageing parents, and established careers that they may or may not like. Forty is the ‘you-are-really-in-this-and-this-is-really-is-your-life’ birthday and consequently, how you celebrate it can be problematic. You can’t necessarily go for the full on Oliver Reed style shenanigans that you might have done in your twenties. Do you go big? Go small? Go family orientated? This sort of think can speak volumes about how you see yourself and how you want to be seen by your loved ones.
Richard is above all things a classy bastard, so he rents a house in a walled garden in a wilderness reserve in Suffolk. Invites his friends and their families for the weekend. Oh, and when you get home he sends you a heartfelt thank you note for coming.
See, classy bastard.