It is my birthday.

Do not annoy me you infuriating petty noisy selfish weak mortals..

I am the Pagan Solstice God Child of fertility and death

and you are mere cockroach poo under my feet.

Do not ever again dare argue with the bar man while I enjoy my quiet relaxing last orders birthday pint

or your tiny little world will perish under my wrath.



.. nice birthday cake though.. chocolate cream and whispy fondant whirls...

and a tenner for a celabratory drink in my birthday card envelope from my dear old mum..



Beware mortals I will wipe that stupid grin from your idiot faces on 21 December 2012...

anyone got an alka seltzer ???