I haven’t had much free time this week. To show you how much free time I haven’t had, here’s a breakdown displayed in a brightly coloured pie chart:
What does it all mean?
Last time I looked at a great day in history, it was my own birthday/the day Michael Jackson rudely decided to die. This time, it is our dear friend the 14th of October, when in the year 19somethingheprobablywouldn'twantmetopostontheinternet, my dear father was born. Happy birthday to him!
He has the honour and privilege of sharing his special day with the likes of R&B star Usher, the in-no-way-questionable Cliff Richard, one of the Dixie Chicks (I’m not an expert, but I think it’s the good one) and everyone’s second favourite James Bond, Roger Moore himself. You can't ask for a better bunch of people than that, surely.
October 14 1982: Ronald Regan officially declares a war on drugs. Those American presidents sure know how to win a war, am I right? AMIRITE?
October 14 1962: The Cuban Missile Crisis begins.
October 14 during the WWII years: Some stuff happens with Nazis...
Ok, so this isn't going very well. And I've left this to the last minute and have to go get ready for my Dad's birthday dinner. So I'll just say a big fat happy birthday to the man who taught me to ride a bike, taught me to drive and most importantly of all, taught me to love the genius that is Mr Billy Joel. And if you laughed at the Billy Joel thing, we will both come after you.
For reals.
3 comments:
Don't worry Lauren, we didn't start the fire and you're always a woman to me :)
Thanks Julia, because I've been worried about that for the longest time. #billyjoelsongtitlepuns
You may be right, but it's still Rock and Roll to me.
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