Damn, I missed your Birthday....Hope you had a happy one.

I even had a stripper set up for you...oh well, there's always next year.

Thanks fellas.... and damn, I missed out on the stripper...  again.  That's just my luck, isn't it... and it never changes. When some buxom lass streaked at the cricket this time, I was checking out the scoreboard and turned around just in time to see the coppers march her away with a jacket covering the best bits.

And when they replayed Janet Jackson's wardrobe malfunction, I was in the kitchen making the tea.

Yep, it was a quiet but good one... and about the eight/ninth in a row that I didn't wake up with a hangover the next day.