You. Yes you. Where's my other prezzie? |
Just as well that the second time I came out better looking. |
Second Fiddle could relate to this as it fits in with his religious belief system.
How it came about that I have two birth dates is that years ago my drivers license went through the wash and got totally destroyed. To get a new one I had to prove identity and a date of birth. This was before the days of credit cards and all the other ID crap we carry around so I had to have a birth certificate. I couldn't find mine so applied to get another one. This was pre-computerisation days so everything was hand-written. The church registry or the council or something provided me with another certificate with the information entered by hand. The date was written as Nineteen Fifty Three instead of 52. I duly went to the MOT to get the new license and they picked up the difference from their records. It was easier to say that there must have been a mistake with the old MOT records (I was right there at the counter) than saying that the birth registry had stuffed up as this would have taken another couple of weeks. My new license was issued with the 1953 date.
Sometime afterwards I found my original birth certificate so now have two. The original one I used years later to get a passport so now my drivers license and passport have different dates. It sometimes causes some confusion with various agencies but I just tell them that I was born again. They look at me funny but let it go.
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Either way you're still bloody old. Happy birthday old codger.
From youe younger friend.
"From youe younger friend."
Yes, spelling ability went downhill since I was born.
"I duly went to the MOT to get the new license..."
No, it didn't - LICENCE.
My late Dad retired at 58 1/2. that's when he could start drawing his teacher's pension as he was able to buy back hi uni years - good move, and he had a lovely long retirement of 15 years
good on him, unlike my poor Mum who died at 63 and missed out on her first pension payment by 3 months. Bugger! Let the pension countdown begin for you and don't leave it too late to enjoy retirement.
I don't think Agent Comeinyourpants could fill out the pension form correctly. Maybe I need to be his power of attorney?
Would I need a licence?
"Would I need a licence?"
I could license you until you got a licence.
Many happy returns.
Many happy bottles of lovely wine.
Many happy meals of delight.
Many happy cuddles with your partner.
Many happy days of diarrhoea after you move to China; you poor bugger.
Don't forget to pack the Kaolin Morph.
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