When Fidel Castro celebrated his 31st birthday he was living in the mountains and fighting against Batista (the Cuban dictator, not the wrestler).
On my 31st birthday, I am living in a comfortable two-bedroom home in the Cardiff suburbs, fighting my urge to eat too many cherry bakewells.
I always feel a sense of melancholy on my birthday -- a feeling that I'm not quite living up to my potential. But then, I've killed far fewer people than Castro. I suppose that counts for something. Happy birthday to me.
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Happy Birthday Chris. I've become quite a fan of the blog here and always look forward to the next post. Keep 'em coming.
Happy 31st birthday, Mr Cope.
As always, you are a deep well of useless and mildly interesting information. May the gods of verbosity continue to bless you. Merry birthday.
Happy birthday! Cherry bakewells? You're living the dream, man!
Happy birthday fella. I agree: Castro only killed so many people because he couldn't get hold of any of Mr Kipling's exceedingly good cakes.
Pen-blwydd hapus. Mine's on Saturday. My twenties will come screeching to a halt. Whee!
Take solace in the fact that at 34, I'll always be older than you. This gives you a three year buffer to overthrow an island government.
Happy Birthday.
I knew it was coming up! Happy birthday big feller!
Definitely right, the best people are born in March!
Happy Birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuu!
Happy 31st Chris! If you're feeling down think of it this way. At least you aren't as old as me.
Happy Birthday!
May it be filled with refreshing tea and delicious cake (cherry bakewells do not count as delicious cake)
happy birthday.
Happy late birthday!
I've been a bit MIA lately, so happy belated Birthday!
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