Un-Happy Birthday

So, apparently, Goths can have children.

It's a reproductive, rather than Gothic process. It has rather more to do with the SEX thing as opposed to the lipstick, although the 'make-up' can help in certain circumstances.

However, it is 14 years since mini-Goth appeared on this planet, and thus 15 years since virginity jumped out of the plane without a parachute.

I had hoped that the anniversary was going to be a spectacular event. Goth was not disappointed by the fireworks....

"I hate you", he announced, with subtle undertones.

"That's what birthdays are for" I replied, in a melancholic, but slightly despondent way.

Then I woke up, and I was on the plane....

Gifts had been purchased, flights organised, hotels booked - etc.

Like Britney and her Spears said - 'Ooops I fucked up again', in a rehabilitation, losing the plot and losing your hair type way.

The conception of it seemed so simple really......

Fuck it - rain-check.....

A: Travel to the United Kingdom of Stupidity
B: See Mini-Goth and say Happy Birthday
C: See Mini-Gothess and say hello
D: See Mrs Ex-Goth and say nothing
E: xplain why I cannot ever walk backwards and why.

Except, it didn't quite work that way. In fact, it couldn't have gone more 'pear-shaped' if I'd had a market stall tossing pork at the muslims, yelling "Catch !! Hotdog" - in a vegan way.

Consequently, I fucked up Mini-Goths birthday.

It wasn't intentional but, I will take all the blame for it being shit, in a "My dad fucked it up" sort of way.

The worst part is, it's not so much what I did, but what I didn't do.