They're funny things, Birthdays. When you're young, you want them every day. But as you get older, twelve months seems to be plenty soon enough, doesn't it? Well, this is mine... number 46, if anyone but me is counting. I still seem to be in pretty decent nick, and I'm more than happy with what I've managed to develop between the... ears.
That was ears - pay attention. Anyway, I've just bought myself a present... not one, but two new pairs of jeans - 507's, naturally - and I'm due another present later this evening. So think of me then. ROFL.