Happy Birthday to you...
Happy Birthday to you...
Squashed tomatoes and stew...
Happy Birthday to you.
I can be forgiven for it being late, because I've only just found the website. To be brutally honest, my Stephen Fry appreciation has been limited to laughing aloud to his charming Paperweight paperback on the Verwood-Ringwood bus circa 2003 and other books and buses since. Of course, then there's the cackling to QI whilst my Bavarian boyfriend turns up the snoring. My point is, that as I've not been the type of fan to know birthdays, middle names and all that jazz, I had no idea he was ageing. I'd assumed Mr. Fry would remain gloriously intact for as long as my soul needed him. How selfish I have been. So, now that I have realised my error, I shall endeavour to scourge my demons.
Happy Birthday Mr. Fry! May your tea always be freshly brewed and never stewed x
