That's what I like about the English (and antipodeans) the ability to larf at ourselves (and each other) without getting all defensive and 'ornery.
(did he have a box of pencils in his pocket?)
Anyway. Don't know you PP, but as I've had a glass of wine or two and you're probably not a bad bloke despite being the type to dine with the likes of marmite, I'll wish you happy birthday.
So happy birthday you old bastard.