Happy birthday, Jim Putnam

I am impossible with birthdays ... I have never celebrated my own since I left home, and can never remember anyone else's apart from my partner.

For once, though, I've spotted a clue just in time ... and, more miraculous still, remembered it for twenty four hours.

So: happy birthday to fellow scribe Jim Putnam who, when he wakes up this morning (I am five hours ahead of him, time zone wise) will be relishing the start of his sixty eighth year.