All my life I have longed to share a birthday with someone famous. As a child I also fantasized that Marilyn Monroe and Hermann Hesse were my parents, what with both of them dying shortly after my birth and all that like. Such dreams, such innocence. But, fuck me sideways with a swastika. Back in the stained radiance of reality, I find that a red-nosed Nazi is my most famous birthday sharer. No chance of a joint *party* there then. Winston locked him up in the tower and I don’t blame him. But, don’t you think Rudi looks a bit like Kentucky…. around the edges … ? Same hostile body posture too.