Birthday Boys

Today is the birthday of two of my favourite people in the world, who also happen to be the very favourite people of one another. Does that make any sense at all? It is my convoluted way of saying that they are in lurve, and a lovelier, funnier, feistier couple you could not meet (apart, perhaps, from the gentlemen in the photograph, who are not actually of my acquaintance. Yet.)

But what to offer in the way of a birthday post for my friends? I have some very charming photographs of them beating each other up (affectionately, of course) on a clifftop in West Cork on an afternoon of gale force winds last May, but in the interests of anonymity (and given that one of them is known, in blogworld, only as Anonymous), I will keep those to myself for now. But it doesn't seem enough to post a crappy teddy-bears-plus-birthday-cake picture, either. So I have tried to reflect the interests, preoccupations and passions of both my great friends in the accompanying illustrations (below). I hope they complement the profund reflections on companionship and mortality in which you will no doubt be deeply absorbed today...


Happy Birthday, Miglior and Anonymous!!

And while I'm at it, Happy Birthday, Miglior's twin brother. Who is not, just to clarify, Anonymous. Well, he may be another Anonymous. But not this one. At least I hope not. Plus, he is unlikely to have any interest in Ian Thorpe, beyond observing that the boy can swim very quickly indeed and that he would be of great addition on a building site. As I'm sure Miglior and Anon would agree...