So what? So you're another bloody year older! I bet ya still abuse good whisky, you old fraud. Another thing, ain't it time you got a new hat for a present? That disgusting thing you wear is almost as old and decrepit as you mate. The best thing about you is that you're so far south. So Amos, in the absence of the master, happy birthday ya broke dick, mammalucca, Martin playing, water feature building [eventually] walking juke-box. I mean that most sincerely.