Thursday, 18 February 2010

Still only double figures


Today is my birthday. This clearly entitles me to be extra sententious.

My favourite present is having been enabled to live all these years in peace and relative prosperity and really quite good health in what will undoubtedly be looked back on as the Golden Age of Western civilisation.

Now I'm going to choose which cake to start on. There's a piece for everyone of you, naturally. Which would you prefer, the chocolate and cream one up there or the giant rich fruit cake with inch-thick marzipan and royal icing? Mind you, that might be an illusion: I'm half expecting J. to jump out of it.

17 comments:

Dave said...

I've already sent my best wishes on my blog, but allow me to say it here: many happy returns of the day.

A virtual 5lb bar of Fruit and Nut has been teleported over.

KAZ said...

Happiest Birthday Christopher.
I had to look up 'sententious'.
It means abounding in maxims which sounds excellent for a chap of your age.

Rog said...

Happy birthday ancient!

I also had to look it up - I thought it was something to do with being seventy.

I, Like The View said...

*bursts into song*

"for he's a jolly good felloooooooooooow"

blurt kaka for me, please

Vicus Scurra said...

Have a respectable and considered birthday. We look to you as an example of how to conduct oneself.

No cake for me, thank you, unless it is vegan. And certainly no marzipan. Despite my liberal sensibilities, when the revolution comes, marzipan will be outlawed.

I see no evidence of sententiousness (or sententiosity) in today's message. Perhaps I am not being subtle enough?

zIggI said...

hey a fellow aquarian!
Oh very many happy returns of the day, I shall nibble a large bar of F&N in your honour and hope that you are equally blessed over there. What a wonderful and indeed necessary excuse for ending my momentary madness in giving up chocolate for Lent. Still I have lasted more than one day.

Sarah said...

Bugger....am i too late/...has all the chocy cake gone....

'appy burfday ol'man x mmwah x
ooh i love an excuse to open the champers...it's been a stressful day I need a glass....tee hee
Hope you have a lovely evening.

I think I'm going to start celebrating birthdays again....haven't for 10 years. I'm too old to care any more what other people think, whether I look my age or not....right?

Christopher said...

Dear friends, thank you, thank you!

Dave: What a kind thought. I'm afraid it's now virtually all gone.

Kaz: Very good to see you here. Thanks for dropping in, today especially. Maxims? I'm torn between

'I'll meet you at Maxim's
Where all the girls are dreams...'
(The Merry Widow

and

'Whatever happens, we have got
The Maxim Gun, and they have not.'
(H.Belloc: The Modern Traveller)

Rog: What's this ancient? Just because I can remember flappers and suffragettes and nippies and vamps and you can't...

I: Thank you. And in one-part harmony, too. Splendid. (But I wouldn't come out with your cake choice too loud in France...)

Vicus: Thank you. I have. I used 'sententious' in the sense of uttering trite moral observations with a sort of Olympian portentousness. You know the kind of thing.

Zigs: Thank you. A wise decision. No harm will come of it. Glad to hear you're no longer NBM. (If they administer F & N intravenously don't the N clog up the drip?)

Sarah: I take it you're using 'ol' man' as a term of endearment? Thank you. Cake? I managed to keep a few morsels back for you. That Dave, you know, he can't half tuck the cake away - it took Rog and Vicus and I all our time to hold him back from it, and even then Zigs had to sit on his head. Enjoy the champagne - Bolly, I presume?

Sarah said...

Ziggy has been sitting on Dave's head...well really....LOL..sorry it's been a long day x

Hector said...

Mr and Mrs Hector send neighbourly greetings on this auspicious day.

When dishing out the goodies we prefer the giant rich fruit cake with inch-thick marzipan and royal icing

Slàinte

Hector said...

And by the way, mine's a Macallan!!!!!!

Geoff said...

Happy birthday!

I am not partial to cake but a flapjack would go down nicely.

Vicus is a known enemy of marzipan. I really don't know what it did to him in his youth but surely they can kiss and make up now!

Dave said...

I read that.

Mind you I had to wipe chocolate icing off my glasses first.

Cynthia said...

I'd like a slice of the rich fruitcake please, sans the marzipan and the completely pointless and tasteless (as in "lacking flavor" or "not pleasing to the sense of taste") royal icing. By the time you read this it will be my birthday (Feb. 19th), which I plan to celebrate with a slow but steady infusion of excellent dark chocolate throughout the day and well into the evening. So sensible I have become in my sexagenarian years...

Christopher said...

Hector (1): Thank you very much. Good wishes much appreciated.

Hector (2): Slàinte!

Geoff: Flapjack? No problem. J. bakes a mean flapjack. Parkin, too. New information about Vicus' proclivities is like finding a £20 note in a pair of trousers you haven't worn for a long time, only to find that it's no longer legal tender.

Dave: You are unique, you know. So many other people would have worn goggles.

Cynthia: Happy birthday, dear heart. May your wildest dreams be realised.

(I try to leave comments on Phil's Blipfoto blog, which I enjoy very much, but I can't get into it. Maybe you have to belong to some club or other?)

Z said...

Oh, I'm dreadfully late. Many happy returns, darling Christopher. I hope you had a wonderful day. I don't deserve cake, but parkin only improves with keeping, so I shall hang on in the hope of a few crumbs.

Christopher said...

Thank you, Z, but it's never too late, especially for my favourite 1= blog friend whose name begins with Z. A wonderful day, thank you, which I'll post about as soon as I've thought of a rhyme for 'Montpellier'.