Coincidence or not, I don't know, but does it really come as a surprise to anyone that Dave England was born at the very rectal end of the calendar year? Some things are just meant to be, I guess, without having to get all ill and asstrological about it. But hey, let's wish him a good one, because if the Mayans have any say so in the end of days matter then this is Dave's last birthday to be had before we all go out in a blaze of meteoric glory. So happy birthday, Dave! Now blow out your candles and make a shit.
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(Photo by Sean Cliver; Los Angeles, California 2010)