Deep in the African continent, a handsome young man of Irish descent welcomes in another lived year. Another beautiful stroke. Happy Birthday my love.
Anyway, I was the first up and so was fed and watered first and was charged with the duty of waking people up from their collective slumbers. I then returned to the dorm to beautify and clean myself whilst everyone else ate. During this time I re-read the card Jeannie had hidden for me in my copy of Brendan McCabe's Breakfast on Pluto as a surprise. When I was done, I quietly returned to the lounge area, my head firmly in clouds, I was greeted by a loud and rather rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday to you!"
I was completely shocked by this as, at the time, the only thing I was thinking about was getting water. It took me at least ten seconds to fathom what was going on! Even the kitchen staff joined in! Lovely!