Happy Birthday Dave Morely

I noticed in my diary, which I foolishly let people fill in at will at Harry's and Vicki's wedding, that yesterday was Dave Morely's Birthday. Happy Birthday Dave! At Lismore, Ash (popular pick on dinner party top 10's) Stu, me (Damian) and Dave (I prefer Christian names), played Golf ( I really believe that sport deserves a capital letter).

Innocently during the round ( which was played in difficult conditions), I asked Dave (Christian name) how old he was, to which he replied he was 46 ( I think that is right) ( Grant, am I overdoing the brackets thing?) (Can you do two brackets in a row ?) (How funny was the Mark Dapin article in the SMH last Saturday).

Anyway, it must have been a good two ( or maybe three) ( I tend to underestimate) ( as opposed to Grant) days, When Dave (Christian name), seemingly offended, asked why I looked shocked (two, or maybe three days ago), when he revealed his age ( at Golf). Being sensitive ( a Roff family trait), I could tell he was worried about being looking old (ancient) (like Grant). To which, I replied (sensitively), "Mate you look great!", I was shocked because you hang out with Grant!" (despite being relatively youthful) (compared to Grant).

To cut a short story long (irony), this highlights a couple of things;

1. Grant is (as everyone knows) great company.

2. Dave is a great bloke and a great friend to Grant.

God Bless Dave (Christian Name).

More to the point, Happy birthday Morely ( I mean Dave) ( I hope the diary entry is accurate). I hope you had a great day.