Well it's my birthday again and I'd like to thank everybody who sent their best wishes.
I'm now 32 and looking forward to twelve months of getting used to this age before it changes again.
I had plans to watch the final stage of the Tour de France live today but, alas, late nights at weddings can cause havoc with your plans.
Instead I have been looking at photographs of last night's joviality on Facebook. It always amuses me how quickly people seem to rush to download their snaps onto the 'trivia portal' as I like to think of it. Sometimes it seems to be a race to get the documented evidence of varying states of inebriation onto a worldwide stage.
I've never been one for celebrating my birthday in any great style. The closest I ever got to it was sinking shots of Vodka with a friend a few years ago and I ended up sleeping in a field.
So today - as I'm now teetotal - I'm about to boil up another kettle and watch the Mount Ventoux stage that I taped from yesterday and catch the finale at seven on ITV4.
To quote a famous Geordie television series: 'That's living alright!'