Happy Birth Day petitfaun : Happy Bird Day Tit!
Well it’s that time of the year again, groan, at the stroke of midnight Big Ben swung into action in London, to announce the start of petifaun’s Birthday, no fireworks, no 21 gun salute, or anything like that, just a monotonous Boinnnggg! Boinnngggg! Boinnngggg!
Yes folks on June 12th 1929 King-Emperor George V’s newest subject arrived, the one and only Tit, our Tit, the smallest tit in the Kingdom (at that particular time), of course today we have all sorts of Tits, Coal Tits, Great Tits, Blue Tits, he’s one of them, well he’s a mixture really for in actual fact, he’s a Great Big Blue Tit!
So today, we are gathered together to commiserate this great event, sorry commemorate this great event, my bad :rolleyes: , in the sight of God, but not in the sight of Tit, no he’s away at his sisters for the weekend, lucky her and even luckier us, yes, but he’ll be back at the crack of Dawn (whoever that is?) on Monday and he’ll be straight on that home-made computer of his and over here to have a peep to see if we’ve done anything special, not that we will have, but we’ll have to show some interest at least and make a bit of an effort, or we’ll never hear the end of it!
No need for anyone to go overboard now, that’s his department, just chirp in with something nice, anything will do, anything at all really, he’ll only glance at the member anyway, sorry make that glance at the member’s name, but only to note who’s missing, so we would really need 40,000 replies pretty quick, give or take a few, for I don’t hold out much hope of Candy or Vaseline joining in and Sassy’s a little bit dodgy too and Malakas definitely won’t be appearing that’s for sure! I’ve included Tit himself in the figure btw, he’s sure to join in wishing Tit a Happy Birthday and he’ll head off to The Crapper, never realising he was talking to himself, but there again, he’s well used to that.
Now then, if Tit was born in 1929, Crikey! that wasn’t yesterday was it, :-k that’s a heck of a lot of Birthdays, that would make him, 30 is one, 31 is two…44 is 15 (there was a war on then you know), 45 is 16 (war finished, well that war anyway), 47 is 17, no 18, bear with me, I’m using my fingers here and I’m losing track how many laps I’ve done …1953 is 24 (we got ourselves a new young Queen that year, but she’s very old now), 54 is 25…..68 is 37, 69 now that can be a lot of fun with the right person, sorry I digress, 69 is 40 (nice round figure that)…..76 is 47, 77 is (this was The Queen’s Jubilee Year btw, yes it surely was, everyone apart from CasperJones probably, he’s a republican you know, was doing some celebrating, I expect Tit was too, but heaven only knows what he got up to! 77 is (77 - 29 = 48) that makes 48, 78 is 49, just talk among yourselves…. 93 is 64, 94 is 65 and Tit got his pension that year with a free bus pass, a free TV licence, free winter heating allowance, a free rail pass, free, free, free, free, free!, of course we were the ones paying for all those freebies, there we were, slogging away while he was scooting about scot free all over the place, not a care in the world (that’s not scot as in Scot btw, Good Lord no, he’s English through and through), a Cavalier perhaps, but not pompous….. 97 is 68, 98 is 69 (there’s that 69 raising it’s head once again) :spin2: anyway, 99 is 70… another nice big round figure and a good time to take a little break, excuse me a moment please…
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That’s better, now where was I, oh yes 2005 is ? Fuck me! What was I up to? :uhuh: I forgot 2003 and 2004, that’s when you joined Thunder’s Place Tit, 18th of June precisely. Crikey has it only been two years! Strange how it seems an awful lot longer!
Oh I give up, let’s just say it’s a heck of a lot of Birthdays!
Well Tit, I’ll go first if I may, oh I forgot you’re not here are you, I’m always first when he’s here anyway, let’s just say I’m that little bit sharper on the uptake than him, he catches me up eventually, but only because I let him you know, I could if I wanted, leave him far, far, behind, practically out of sight even, but I wait around for him as he’s really quite sweet at the end of the day, now mornings however, well that’s a totally different kettle of fish, he can be very stroppy in the morning, I tend to ignore him then myself, though the rest of the day it is rather tempting too.
Seriously Titters, it gives me so much pleasure (I don’t do a lot really) to wish you every happiness on this your day, you certainly deserve it for you are kind and humble (mind you with your record), you are caring and sharing (that just means he puts it about a bit), you’re a good sport (well you were up to yesterday anyway) and I am proud to call you my friend and me yours (that could be yesterday as well).
You really are A Great Tit! :kisskiss:
Donate to Thunder's Place and help save the daffodils :spin2: , but remember to add an extra 30 cents every time :leftie:
Last edited by rousseau506 : 06-12-2005 at .