Happy birthday you old fart, and may Man City narrowly avoid relegation. 
Happy Birthday, venerable sage.
No doubt you’ll be celebrating with 66 candles stuck in a lard pie, or some such ghastly northern confection. Enjoy!
Many happy returns, Chowder!
I, too, liked the OP!
Blimey, how could I forget this.
VE Day! the parties in the streets, the flags, bunting and cheering.
Not forgetting the food 
suffering polecats, there was food, real eggs not that powdered shit that mum used to use to glue our shoes to our feet to stop other kids stealing them.
Actually that’s a load of rubbish, as told to you in a previous tale about my Long Lost Sister my mum had an American GI as a “friend” so we did OK for grub.
Anyways: I do remember the parties and the bonfires with effigies of Adolf being burned instead of Guy fawkes. I remember skulking down this alleyway with my mates and watching this couple kissing and doing other things…things that we hadn’t the foggiest idea about, we just knew it involved a lot of heaving and grunting and appeared to be pretty painful 'cos the woman kept on moaning.
There’s prolly a lot more memories if I could only get this old brain of mine to function properly
Happy Birthday Chowder!
I have much experience with the “birthdaychristmas present” (since it’s my birthday today also). After about the age of 10, I told my parents I was sick of the ‘birthdaychristmas present’ and wanted to celebrate my birthday in May. Much to my surprise, they agreed. (I picked May because that is when both my brother and sister have their birthdays).
Thus, I get a card from family members on the actual day and presents and celebration on May 20th. As an adult, I do realize the childish nature of refusing my actual birthday, but hey, I was a kid.
My son’s birthday is December 11th. Now that he is 4 and having real birthday parties, with kids who arent family or close family friends, I am discovering the problem… birthday parties often co incide with Christmas parties. Three people who were invited declined because of Christmas parties, office events, “family pictures” or what have you.
Im thinking of celebrating it either early next year, or moving it into January. Or, you know, May sounds good too.
Oh and my son while being too young to understnd the birthdaychristmas thing, I have decided that the christmas tree goes up Dec 12th… and I did say to my mother in law (re son’s gift wrapping…) Ohh, its nice the wrap is snowmen, its not so obvious you are wrapping a birthday present in Christmas wrap…\
(ok that WAS a snark, but she invited herself to stay with me, despite my comments that everyone… (especially my live in boyfriend) would be more comfortable with her staying in one of the several hotels within a two block radius of my house…)
Kids over here do something similar but it involves dyed eggs and it’s only done sometime around spring. Kids in England just have cooler childhoods. 
My aunt was a military wife in England in the early 1950s and recalls how a suburb that was being built on the ruins of a small town outside of (Oxford? can’t remember offhand) that had been demolished by the unguided bombs kept revealing grisly discoveries. She remembers seeing the skeletal remains of a lady that were left exposed for a day or two while they cleaned out the rest of what they thought was just the ruins of a building.
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since it’s my birthday today also
And a very happy birthday to you my friend
Damn, you crack me up!
Happy birthday, you Mancunian old fart!
I recommend a half-birthday - June 11th is a great time of year, and he can have an outdoor party (which is easier to clean up) if he wants. He can still bring treats to school on his December birthday, so he gets the best of both worlds.
Happy Birthday **chowder **and wouldn’t you like to know!
Happy Birthday, chowder!
My stepfather was from Manchester, he came over in '61, so I understand a little about the importance of Manchester United.
The importance of the rags is but nothing compared to the beauty of Manchester City.
Seeing as how it’s my birthday I’ll forgive your transgression but be warned I am a jealous Og
Why was he born so beautiful? Why was he born at all?
He’s no bloody use to anyone. He’s no bloody use at all!
***k him!
Happy Birthday, chowder!
Happy Birthday, chowder!
Happy Birthday, wouldn’t you like to know!
And Happy Birthday, Holly, wherever you are!
Hippo Birdie Two Ewes to you, chowder!
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Happy Birthday you Ole’ Soup You.
Jim
We share a birthday, I agree with you - near Chrissie the pressies suck a lot.
(We do not share a birth year, however - I just turned 39!)
Happy birthday!
Mercifully, their efforts to extinguish beer were about equally successful.
We do share a birthday and birth year. Happy 39th!!!