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Born on the 13th and named after a disaster - I know one person who won't be at the scanty celebration because they become unable to function on the thirteenth of any month - Triskaidekaphobic which actually sounds like the fear of a South African region. Ho ho NOT.

Birthday so near Christmas always meant we never celebrated much when I was young so they've never meant much to me and even less as years draw on.

Cheer me up - apart from a good kicking and a better tying aim what would you give me for my birthday? Let's see if by the end of the day any of you have guessed what I would really like.

Many happy returns, Lynton.

How about a Scalextric?

Or the digitally remastered "All Things Must Pass" by Harri Georgeson?

Happy Birthday Lynton!

I have arrainged for you to have a rub down with the Sporting Life, and, behind the water closet, is a small gift that you can use to tighten the truss.


Love as always

Arm xxx

Happy Birthday.

You seem like nice people on here. I won't go on, but hello everyone. I don't talk much. Just Happy Birthday and Hello.

Happy B'Day Lynton.

Marvellous Capricorn energies etc.

Nothing wrong with having a December 25 B'Day. Or any other anniv!

I expect a few grand on the Lotto wouldn't come amiss.

Happy Birthday Lynton. My gift would be to take away all of your pain

LG

Welcome Reddon! To Lyntons birthday bash! And yes, we are all nice people on here after the drugs kick in.

Hope you enjoy your new life on the Spoof






Love Light & Peace

Arm xxx

Happy Birthday, Lynton. Enjoy your contributions to TheSpoof and thank you for keeping our brains active.


-Bureau

George Harrison - I like that and MaWa blues glad you didn't suggest the one that goes 'all those years ago'

Scalextric - still got one in the cupboard

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Quote: Ellis Ian Fields

Many happy returns, Lynton.

How about a Scalextric?

Or the digitally remastered "All Things Must Pass" by Harri Georgeson?

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A bus pass application form
A senior citizen discount card
A new glass to keep your teeth in at night

Ooooooh sorry I think I missed the point of this thread I thought you wanted to know what I got for my last birthday.

Happy Bidet

Arm as ever the original gift - I do prefer the financia times though it doesn't leave all those little white bits that look like dandruff. The pink is camouflage.

Truss tightener eh - not quite at that stage yet - like many medical problems, whitlows, boils, corns etc they need time to ripen before drastic measures are needed.

Always resist the temptation to squeeze the boil util you are sure that its contets will reach the mirror that way maximum satisfaction minimum pain.(Mark my words well young Arm! You'll be grateful for them one day)

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Quote: armfeetandtoe

Happy Birthday Lynton!

I have arrainged for you to have a rub down with the Sporting Life, and, behind the water closet, is a small gift that you can use to tighten the truss.


Love as always

Arm xxx

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And welcome to you Reddon - funny coincidence. I picked up a book yesterday liked the first page and read on. The I also rather like Odilon Redon the French artist partcularly his pastel of Violette Heymann

Happy spoofing

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Quote: Reddon

Happy Birthday.

You seem like nice people on here. I won't go on, but hello everyone. I don't talk much. Just Happy Birthday and Hello.

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How bloody true - but the ticket for the mid-week in my pocket gave the wrong noise in the auto-checker at the corner cafe whe I went out for the bread today. Oh well only another 16 million years to wait for my turn.

Ha! Are you christmas born QM?

Stange thing is I'm writing a piece about astrological subjects at this very mo - I'll dedicate it to you. Caprocorn lawyer too - bet nobdy could catch you on the rocky slopes of Mount Litigation

Bugger! I refus o edit tis again!

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Quote: queen mudder

Happy B'Day Lynton.

Marvellous Capricorn energies etc.

Nothing wrong with having a December 25 B'Day. Or any other anniv!

I expect a few grand on the Lotto wouldn't come amiss.

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You'll have to have a big box then? (What am I saying!?)

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Quote: Lady Godiva

Happy Birthday Lynton. My gift would be to take away all of your pain

LG

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You forgot the parcel Bureau OUT!!!!

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Quote: Bureau

Happy Birthday, Lynton. Enjoy your contributions to TheSpoof and thank you for keeping our brains active.


-Bureau

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When I started secondary school at eleven they gave me a free bus pass.

It's only fair (fare?) that eleven years off my three score and ten I should get another as I enter my second childhood.

Discount? Smoke and mirrors - if they can afford that then they are already making obscene profits out of me - wont buy their bloody stuff -shimples

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Quote: Mikethelad

A bus pass application form
A senior citizen discount card
A new glass to keep your teeth in at night

Ooooooh sorry I think I missed the point of this thread I thought you wanted to know what I got for my last birthday.

Happy Bidet

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Bippy Harthday

Hippy Bathday

Bappy Hirthday

Happy Birthday

Got there eventually.

Iain

Happy Birthday, Lynton. I guess I'd wish for you a properly working keyboard so that the misspellings don't aggravate you so. At our age, well, you know...

Many Happy Returns,

Charpa

Greetings Lynton:

Happy Birthday to you out there, wherever you's is. Hope all is swell with you in your end of the pool, and that your day of days goes extremely well, as I guess it already has, given the otherwise correct corresponding frame-like particulars of our opposite sides of the globe time and place.

Meanwhile, as far as presents go, since I can't bake you a cake, I may as well let fly with my ever-reliable three-pack of typical fun: a DVD, a CD, and, alas, a book.

I'm sure you're probably not in the mood for more French stuff than you already have to deal with - especially when there's nothing on TV - but, generally speaking, you can't go wrong with a copy of the Criterion Edition of Jean Renoir's "The Rules of the Game." Which, according to this humble narrator, is, pound for pound, the best film out there that the so far cinematic world has ever seen fit to boldly offer.

Music-wise, you can't go wrong with Gustav Mahler. But, since I would hope you'd somehow want to make it to tomorrow, why not give a listen to The Kinks? Namely, "Face To Face," "Something Else by The Kinks," and "The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society," and, well, by the end of that delightful earful, you'll definitely feel happy you made it this far, and/or anywhere along the way, for that matter.

Ah, the book, it's a toss up really. So, what the hell, you get them both:

Raymond Carver's more or less career summation, "Where I'm Calling From." Short, sweet, direct, and plenty of sour sorrow. (In other words, everything I'm, as a rule, never, as in, not); and, John Berryman's seemingly indecipherable "The Dream Songs." All of which, is like one huge, end to end poem that anyone's voices in the head should seemingly never tire of, primarily because, once in, there's no clear path out to any sort of otherwise, safe and/or comforting territory which even comes close to being relatively understood.

Sort of like life, I guess.

Especially if you're in New Jersey, or any number of over here states, and, oh yeah, standing on a bridge in Minneapolis in January preparing to jump into the Mississippi River.

But since that in no way would seem to describe where you're at, physically, emotionally, and all points in between, there's no chance that any of the above will come into play.

Maybe you'll even get a kick out of it. Worst case scenario, hell, you're in France already, as far as I can tell, which to my way of thinking is as good as it gets. So who knows, maybe you'll start painting, or something. Or, better yet, head to anywhere near Saint-Michel where there's bound to be a Lubitsch film playing somewhere. In which case, as always, be prepared to be charmed.

In other words, with the way life is supposed to be.

In still other words, and after all that, Happy Birthday again. And, oh yeah, whaddya hear, whaddy ya say (as Cagney liked to phrase it) we do it again sometime, shall we?

Till Next,
john peurach.

Vry parctical chapra and a draned god ide thnak yo

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Quote: Charpa93

Happy Birthday, Lynton. I guess I'd wish for you a properly working keyboard so that the misspellings don't aggravate you so. At our age, well, you know...

Many Happy Returns,

Charpa

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Got there wthout a parcel OUT! (or perhaps you might like to give Inchcock some advice of how to attract business to his website)

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Quote: IainB

Bippy Harthday

Hippy Bathday

Bappy Hirthday

Happy Birthday

Got there eventually.

Iain

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Would that I could imitate, or even come near to the parenthetical Peurach poetry. Those seem very acceptable since I have not read the books and Jean Renoir is always a good bet. Musically speaking as it were the Kinks indeed a reminder of my youth and if talking about green preservation in villages, which is a subject of some concern to me and the like minded, may I recommend to you the same named song by Kate Rusby perhaps you might like to discover a new bird of song. Provide she is not one of those being tripped over by Arkansan holy rollers at this very instant

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Quote: John Peurach

Greetings Lynton:

Happy Birthday to you out there, wherever you's is. Hope all is swell with you in your end of the pool, and that your day of days goes extremely well, as I guess it already has, given the otherwise correct corresponding frame-like particulars of our opposite sides of the globe time and place.

Meanwhile, as far as presents go, since I can't bake you a cake, I may as well let fly with my ever-reliable three-pack of typical fun: a DVD, a CD, and, alas, a book.

I'm sure you're probably not in the mood for more French stuff than you already have to deal with - especially when there's nothing on TV - but, generally speaking, you can't go wrong with a copy of the Criterion Edition of Jean Renoir's "The Rules of the Game." Which, according to this humble narrator, is, pound for pound, the best film out there that the so far cinematic world has ever seen fit to boldly offer.

Music-wise, you can't go wrong with Gustav Mahler. But, since I would hope you'd somehow want to make it to tomorrow, why not give a listen to The Kinks? Namely, "Face To Face," "Something Else by The Kinks," and "The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society," and, well, by the end of that delightful earful, you'll definitely feel happy you made it this far, and/or anywhere along the way, for that matter.

Ah, the book, it's a toss up really. So, what the hell, you get them both:

Raymond Carver's more or less career summation, "Where I'm Calling From." Short, sweet, direct, and plenty of sour sorrow. (In other words, everything I'm, as a rule, never, as in, not); and, John Berryman's seemingly indecipherable "The Dream Songs." All of which, is like one huge, end to end poem that anyone's voices in the head should seemingly never tire of, primarily because, once in, there's no clear path out to any sort of otherwise, safe and/or comforting territory which even comes close to being relatively understood.

Sort of like life, I guess.

Especially if you're in New Jersey, or any number of over here states, and, oh yeah, standing on a bridge in Minneapolis in January preparing to jump into the Mississippi River.

But since that in no way would seem to describe where you're at, physically, emotionally, and all points in between, there's no chance that any of the above will come into play.

Maybe you'll even get a kick out of it. Worst case scenario, hell, you're in France already, as far as I can tell, which to my way of thinking is as good as it gets. So who knows, maybe you'll start painting, or something. Or, better yet, head to anywhere near Saint-Michel where there's bound to be a Lubitsch film playing somewhere. In which case, as always, be prepared to be charmed.

In other words, with the way life is supposed to be.

In still other words, and after all that, Happy Birthday again. And, oh yeah, whaddya hear, whaddy ya say (as Cagney liked to phrase it) we do it again sometime, shall we?

Till Next,
john peurach.

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And best wishes for a great Birthday from me as well!

Before the end of the day I hope you are the beneficiary of at least one good joke, a cheek hurting smile, the warmth from the hug of a loved one, and a cold pint in your fist.

Happy Birthday Mon Ami!
PM

That will be a change from being the butt of at least one joke a forehead-aching frown and a fist in me pint. Thankyou PM - todaay so far has been one great bidet - heard the date for my next (and hopefully last) op for these bloody stones - and good friends who came up trumps as I knew they would.

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Quote: P.M. Wortham

And best wishes for a great Birthday from me as well!

Before the end of the day I hope you are the beneficiary of at least one good joke, a cheek hurting smile, the warmth from the hug of a loved one, and a cold pint in your fist.

Happy Birthday Mon Ami!
PM

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At my age I'm quite happy not to have birthdays / Many happy returns oh learned one / JO