Wednesday 15 January, 2014
Where’s my birthday post?
I’m not blogging at the moment!
You don’t love me.
Spud turned eighteen while I was on a break. I didn’t write a happy birthday post – because I was on a break. I did take him tea in an eighteenth birthday mug, buy him banners and balloons and not say a word about the girl in his bed on a school day; but, no, all he can see is no birthday post.
Apparently, I didn’t write him a birthday post last year when he turned seventeen. I wrote one for his brother and his father, a hundred readers and even myself – but not one for him. My argument, ‘But you don’t read my blog!’ didn’t cut it, because, apparently, he does.
I have been ordered to write a make-up post and not to make this make-up post all about his brother, which is what I appeared to have done in last year’s make-up post, saying how great his brother was and how he spoiled Spud on his birthday blah blah blah.
I’m a terrible mother.
But I can’t say that, because this post is all about Spud.
Spud was the biggest baby in the hospital, the week he was born – about ten pounds. I have mentioned before that he looked like the V alien baby when he came out all blue and crinkly. And absolutely gorgeous – which is how he’s stayed:
Spud is now a man, and he has a learner’s driving licence to prove it. He has done a lot of thinking this past year about what he wants to do with his life; but the decision was really made in the summer, the moment a sweaty Macbeth spat on him during the performance at the Globe: Spud wants to act.
This past year he has played Greek tragedy, Shakespeare and farce. At the moment he’s rehearsing Judas in Godspell. He doesn’t want to be rich and famous; he wants to work in theatre. He is deadly serious: he wants to pretend to be other people for the rest of his life. I couldn’t be prouder; or more scared.
Happy birthday, my darling boy. Whatever you do in life, I know you’ll obsess about it until it’s right.
I love you.
That’s nice birthday post. I’m not the parent so I don’t have the worry, but my gut tells me he will do wonderfully well. He’s got verve and even a classic Shakespearean look about him. Kenneth Branagh comes quickly to mind.
Looking forward to hear about more of his adventures. His success is a direct reflection on loving and caring parents. Remember, you said I could start complimenting you now, Maltesers be damned!
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Welcome to the world of adults, Spud. I look forward with bated breath to see you on TV in a lead role -sooner or later it will come.
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Spud and I have the same birthday!
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No kidding?!
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Tell him he has a much older Australian twin!
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Happy Birthday, Spud!!! I just know it’s going to work out well for you. Follow your Passion…. !!
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So funny that Ming and Spud don’t read our blogs (but they do secretly!) Love this post, Tilly! Gonna have another look now. xxxx
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Sorry for commenting too much but please tell Spud happy birthday from us and that I am his older twin! That is sure to freak him out.
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I will! And you can never comment too much 🙂
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Ha! Spud and Ming have a lot in common – wish they could meet. xxx
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Maybe one day…
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Happy Birthday, Spud! May you live long! 🙂
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Only one girl in his bed? He deserves more.
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😀
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You’ve made up for your cruel unnatural motherhood … sort of …
Of course, a spanking new sports car to go with the licence would be a good move!
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Good idea…I saw one in the toy shop…
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That would be rather a waste of the licence!
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Happy Birthday !!!!! My baby boy was almost 10 pounds as well and he wants to be a rock star, not rich and famous, just play his music with his band forever so I feel for you my dearest Tilly. I hope that both Spud and my baby boy achieve their dreams. We’ll be proud mothers anyway no matter what. 😀
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That’s for sure!
The fact that they want to do it for the love of it rather than for fame and fortune means they will always be happy doing it.
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Exactly. 😀
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Belated happy birthday Spud. There is nothing like the smell of the paint and the roar of the crowd, you go for it and enjoy!
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Finally Spud gets the recognition he deserves…Happy Birthday Spud!
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Wait, wait, wait. There was a girl in his bed?
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Finally!
The prize goes to Robin for picking up on that throwaway comment 🙂 🙂 🙂
The day of his birthday was entrance exam day at school (no lessons) but he was in at ten for rehearsals. He had a bunch of friends round the night before for celebrations and some stayed over because they are also in the cast. The bed went to the girl who drove them to school.
Well spotted 🙂
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Yeah! What do I win?
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You already had it – three smileys 🙂
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That is it? I was hoping for Mercedes or the like. Oh well.
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This is the Age of Austerity. I was stretching the budget at three.
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Rats. Okay, okay. I’ll take three 🙂 ‘s from you any day.
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😀
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Here’s a birthday 🎂 cake for Spud. Hilarious!
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Thank you!
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Happy Birthday Spud!
I look forward to the day I will see your name in lights and be able to say “hey — I know that man! His mommy always forgot his birthday” ha!
Although, you gotta say – she more than made up for it this year.
Have a good one. And I guess they don’t know about the code of a tie on the doorknob across the pond? 🙂
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😀
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I scoped this out at work yesterday but, because I was at work, couldn’t listen to the clips. I didn’t look at it last night because I was busy letting My Beloved Sandra celebrate my own birthday.
Spud & you are lucky to have each other.
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Ditto you and Sandra. Happy birthday!
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To Spud, for goodness sakes, get over it man. My family hates it if I mention them and their escapades. BTW, that wasn’t an American girl in Spud’s bed was it?
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He’s an actor – he needs to be the centre of attention.
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I’m sure that all is forgiven now, after this glowing tribute to Spud. Didn’t you even bake him a Malteser birthday cake? 😦
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Happy Belated Birthday Spud! If acting is your future career, I wish fortune may smile upon you and all your critics choke on a Malteser before they can be harsh on your performance.
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I love your sense of dramatic irony – or ‘ionee’, as you Yanks say 🙂
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