And that bloke that yells, 'Oi-oh!'

It's Hazel's birthday today, and after a swish dinner last night with the Burp, Rooster, Pusher (nee Carrington), and Mr Rooms, today Hazel is frazzling up yummy Thai fish patties for lunch with Bezley and Bloody Ern.

Abacus just called from Canberra, and presents have lobbed in from faraway luminaries like the Mona Lisa and Jessie Mo. Furthermore, my parents - Les Murray and Busy Walker - chimed in with some spondoolies, which Hazel will no doubt squirrel away for crafting equipment.

That she attracts devotion from so many pseudonyms is testimony to Hazel's charms.

Happy birthday, Hazel.