Thank you lovelee and thank you angela, you're too kind.
Indeed, it is another brand new year, and what am I going to do with it? Squander it away, slaving 50 hours a week in the beer mine?
(Echoes of the Seven Dwarves singing..."Hie Ho, Hie Ho, it's off to make beer we go.......)
No, I shall instead strive to master the pronunciation of "Happy Birthday" in as many languages as possible. (Got Gaelic already, even stopped calling it Garlic .....Angela...help...what is it phonetically )
So, I can see it now: Master of the Birthday Greeting.
I shall have to practice my Riverdance skills. I will charge into a room, green silk shirt (unbuttoned to the waist) whipping crisply with my Michael Flatley-type foot-tapping movements, twirl and spin into the center of the room, tap 1200 more times, hands poised firmly at my waist, shoulders square and strong, and announce in a deep and resonant voice..."HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU (insert appropriate language here...), YOU ARE HAPPY TO BE, YES?? I AM LEAVE NOW, PLEASE POINT ME AT STATION WHICH IS RAILROAD. HAPPY DAYS FOR YOU. PLEASE ENJOY THIS COMPLIMENTARY POTATO."
At which point, I will spring into the air, artistically of course, and pinwheel my way out the door, leaving a stunned and amazed birthday-wish recipient behind to enjoy their day.
Come to think of it, maybe I should leave out the potato.....