Firstly, thank you to you all for wishing me a happy birthday.
It was incredibly thoughtful, and halfway around the world I felt your kindness and love. So again, my thanks.
A strange thing happened when I woke on the morning I turned sixty. For a moment, just at that transition stage between sleep and wakefulness, I was in the hospital room where I was born, in Wimbledon London.
I looked on at my mother and father – they were so young – and they were so full of love for the baby they'd brought into the world.
It was a very strange sensation, being a witness to this, my birth. Seeing the impact it had on my parents.
And it occurred to me that I should in future turn birthdays around so that it's not a celebration of me, but a celebration of my mother and father – for all that they did to nurture me through childhood and adolescence – for all the sacrifices they made to enable me to be what I am today.
I don't think I'll look at birthdays the same way from now on, after that strange vision just at that moment before the world clutched me from sleep.