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At the DSoc dinner tonight at Hadusczek on Cowley Road, the society's illustrious theatre-producing president CardKing (Mort in eighth week, Pratchettites) remarked that he had found that it was my birthday this weekend, having learned of this through the medium of Facebook. There was much loud 'It's your birthday', and I directed people to the impending forty-fourth anniversary of the broadcast of the first episode of Doctor Who, which is what we were celebrating.
A little later the restaurant's manager came over and asked if she was right in thinking that it was a birthday party and it was mine, yes?
I had utterly forgotten that it was going to be my birthday on Saturday, and denied that there were any birthdays happening or that this was a birthday party.
"Hey," said Donnylass, an enthusiastic Tennant-watcher and history finalist. "We could have had free cake!"
So, I went over to the manager and told her that although this wasn't a birthday party, it was my birthday in a couple of days and she had heard correctly.
About ten minutes later, she brought over a rectangular baked cheesecake, large enough for the party of nine Gallifreyan refugees all to have a decent piece. The cheesecake was a bit alcohol-sodden for my taste, but I had happy birthday sung to me and gave a short speech on behalf of myself and the late Sydney Newman, Bunny Webber and Donald Wilson, as the event was their programme's really. Still, I enjoyed it.
PS The ubiquitous John Barrowman is turning political commentator on This Week within the next few minutes. What next?
A little later the restaurant's manager came over and asked if she was right in thinking that it was a birthday party and it was mine, yes?
I had utterly forgotten that it was going to be my birthday on Saturday, and denied that there were any birthdays happening or that this was a birthday party.
"Hey," said Donnylass, an enthusiastic Tennant-watcher and history finalist. "We could have had free cake!"
So, I went over to the manager and told her that although this wasn't a birthday party, it was my birthday in a couple of days and she had heard correctly.
About ten minutes later, she brought over a rectangular baked cheesecake, large enough for the party of nine Gallifreyan refugees all to have a decent piece. The cheesecake was a bit alcohol-sodden for my taste, but I had happy birthday sung to me and gave a short speech on behalf of myself and the late Sydney Newman, Bunny Webber and Donald Wilson, as the event was their programme's really. Still, I enjoyed it.
PS The ubiquitous John Barrowman is turning political commentator on This Week within the next few minutes. What next?
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