Vic-K, Fluff, Le D and all the other emanations of Vic-K … Happy Birthday and a bottle of the dangerous stuff to you all.
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Yes indeed. (But the cat will have to make do with milk.)
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Good morning Mark,
Thank you very much for the good wishes and the bottle of, Bohemian Intellectual’s Ruin. Are y’ tyrin’ t’ set me on the slippery slope.
Must say, pressies are a bit thin on the ground this year: a couple of John Lewis pullovers, off the Missus and a peice of fruit off my two daughters, an apple.
Thanks for the good wishes, and the booze, Mark,
Morning Hugh, 
the mousehound, like it or lump it, 'll get water!
Take care lads
Vic
I didn’t think I had to, just giving you something to ease your passage! 
Count yourself lucky … of recent years I’ve had to buy my own! 
Mark
Pullies, apples, or both?. Poor old bugger 
Things could improve…I suppose.
Anyway, cheer up.
Vic
Manifold felicitations. May they demolish the Tesco store and rebuild the Leone Rosso in your honour!
Martin.
rolls out barrel of 68-year-old whiskey, digs into satchel for tap… barrel rolls down hill and is smashed into flinders
I got you some whiskey… soaked flowers. Oh, and… is that Mrs. Vic? Were those her flowers?
hands over tap, beats a hasty retreat
Happy birth day!
Hoping most sincerely that you will encounter many more such festive occasions, I urge you, before Winter’s searing blasts arrive, to begin wearing a hat, at the very least.
Phil
Vic,
Hope you have an absolutely fabulous day - what’s left of it at least back in Blighty.
Big hugs,
Rog
happy happy happy burf days
Martin,
Leone Rosso lives on in the heart of the picketing protesters. Thank you. 
Bob,
it’s the thought that counts! Thanks for the thought
Phil, old buddy,
Don’t need one. A bunch of the old biddies from the retirement home, across the road, came over a few weeks ago and measured up all the lads on the picket, for a pair of these
Cheers anyway
That’s what B’days are for, mate. Cheers!
Hey pige!!
They’re the ex-barmaids from the RED LION 
Where are they working now?
Cheers pige
Thanks, everybody, for the good wishes.
Here to you all
You have a birthday? Well, let me offer you some high quality southern hospitality.
Happy birthday (I think - I’m a little confused by the dateline thingy).
I didn’t have time to mail you some grog, er, select examples of Australia’s finest ales, so I have elected to do the next best thing and honour what has become my birthday tradition on these boards: drink it for you. Take it as a measure of my respect and admiration that I’m drinking it for you and not for me.
Well thankee kindly, young ‘n’, thankee Old Jim ‘n’ me go back aways . First met Jim, in a dive, in Krefeld, Germany, 1963. Time flies…eh?
nom
Lexically bereft of appropriate utterances (at least those suitable for open forum), I am…speechless 
sin dun gone and went fancy offering that labeled stuff. Here some good ole’ Dead Bear fer ya.
That’s for later, Wock, when we’re good and primed for hunting season. For now, we start with the Jim Beam and Dixie cups for our guests.
woo doggie. IF you is bustin out the dixie cups then this here is gonna be some fancy shing ding. I’ll make sure momma puts in her teeth and Pa wears some fresh underwear.
