Birthday

Today is my birthday; they're smoking cigars -- or at least according to the Sugar Cubes they are. It's also two years to the day since I realised something was seriously wrong with me as the symptoms of jaundice set in: itching, irritiability, diarrhoea, lethargy. So it's an anniversary to celebrate, as five-year survival rate for men in the UK with pancreatic cancer is 2%; I'm 40% of the way to beating the index.