To celebrate the twenty-ninth anniversary of my birth, I received — among other things — from Justine a lovely bottle of Pusser’s British Navy Rum.  Pusser’s is another unfortunate-named rum (alongside Mount Gay) that uses the same recipe used for over three-hundred years for the rum supplied to the British Navy.

To buy the original rum supplied to the British Navy costs thousands; until 1970 sailers were provided with a daily ration of rum.  Since that time, the remaining reserves have been highly prized by collectors, leaving paupers like me to settle for a remake.  Which is damned nice indeed.  Compared to the Mount Gay it’s a bit stonger and more “brown sugary”, but quite smooth nonetheless.

On Sunday, Cheryl treated us to a dinner on the Colonial Tramcar Restaurant.  Justine and I have been once before and the menu was slightly different to last time (at least it was for me, I had chicken instead of the beef I had on our last visit).

Seventy-five percent of the people at my booth had cameras and were using them profusely.  It seemed more like a camera club meetup than a birthday dinner; until, of course, the entire tram sang Dad and I “happy birthday” (I don’t think I’ll mention the crazy asian waiter, “Sugar”).

Of course, it’s definitely the birthday season around our place.  This weekend we have two more birthdays to celebrate, then a couple of days another one (so we’re celebrating that this weekend), then a week or so later another one!