Don't you know who (I think) I am?

Oooooooooooo.

Twenty seven.

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me…

I’ve got a problem. For this is the year of dread. Judgement day. 365 of them to be precise. Since I was 13 (unlucky for some), turning 27 has been about as welcome as a group hug at the world albino sunburn championships.

The reason? There's a few clubs I've been, or would be, happy to join. The Oasis fan club, Rawtenstall Cricket Club, the 1.6Km High Club (it's all metric now-a-days). But you can strike me from the guest list of the 27 Club.

Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cocain, Janis Joplin, all creaming it when they were 27.

“My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb, And all I remember is thinking I want to be like them. Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun, And it’s no coincidence I’ve come and I can die when I’m done.”


Twenty seven is a bogey year for rock legends. Granted, I know I’m a few chords short of being able to claim I’m a rock God, but in my head I am. Even the title of this blog is lifted from a Libertines lyric, so there’s proof if you need it!? And even though the album is yet to be produced, I have wrote some quality songs. And you lot wind me up about getting old? Bollocks, roll on 28!

Every time I travel in a plane I will think of Lynard Skynard and Buddy Holly. Everytime I travel in a Porsche I will think of James Dean. Look what I'm doing, he wasn't even a rock star. I'm just firing at anything now.

My mum isn't going to be happy with any of this. To be fair, I did change the title from 'It's my Party and I'll Die if I want to!' I'm not being morbid or anything. It's just an observation. There is, however, a few skeletons I want to let out of the closet, just incase. Danny, you know how I pissed in your pond? Well, I did it twice. Vickers, it was me who put that cat on your head. Nikki, remember that time we went camping and you passed out unconscious and couldn't walk right when you woke up and said it was sore...

It doesn't end there. Even if I do get to 28, it's only another 4 years before I have to contend with the 32 club and the fates of John Bonham and Keith Moon. And what next? I'll be competing with the big man Himself. Give it to me straight doc, what chance do I have?