My birthday. I only have 29 minutes and it'll be all over for another year. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to happy birthday dear Cyc, happy birthday to me. And I'm not going to tell a living soul that I'm now 67. Oh and just as well I have a loving family and some good friends, because not of you tight bastards sent me a present. Ahhh well, there's always the cake. Into the shower and off to bed, where hopefully the celebrations will continue.
All the damn best to you Cyc... Hope you enjoyed your special day to the max... Drinking XXXX, swatting flies, pulling corks from your hat and cursing the damn pommes...!!!