Walking the Merlin Way.

I was talking to Helen yesterday about spiritual paths. She’s going through a process of transformation, you understand. She’s had her hair dyed red and has taken to wearing pink clothes. She used to be a Buddhist.

So anyway, we decided that I’m probably following the Way of the Magician. Not the stage variety, nor even the Harry Potter sort. Oh, no. God forbid. (That was a joke, the second one actually.)

I don’t remember why we decided that. I think it had something to do with me saying that I wanted to be Merlin when I was a kid.

This is what advanced birthdays do for you. I’ll be off to a warm bed as soon as my playlist has finished. Funny old life.