It is still your birthday. I did however forget, but I have 5 minutes to redeem myself. So here goes. Happy birthday Mr Head, you are now as old as me, although I don’t actually know how old you are so i could well be wrong, but it’s the thought that counts anyway. I hope your first birthday in Gateshead is as funfilled as mine was, where there were balloons. I hope you have balloons, and if you don’t here is a poem about balloons.

Balloons pop
when you stick a pin in them
so don’t
or else your balloon will be shit

Happy birthday. I am having a drink for you.

whooweee