Knees up Mother Brown
It is a day to be joyful, I'm full of love and laughter and goodwill to all. For it is my Birthday!
Forty five years ago, within the sound of Bow Bells, I arrived on this day.
I'll be back here tomorrow, sore head permitting; though I'm not going uncork any of my remaining 1961 Clarets as in a burst of optimism I will risk holding on to them for another five years.