Don't be confused by my dual thread – the two aren't related. I'm simply celebrating the genius that is Morrissey and the birth of our favourite "Boobie loving, kitten hating, street rappin' Scorpian" Mr Renegade Carpark, at the same time.
Talking of horoscopes I looked yours up RC as I know you live by them. 
"You will initially be confused by the number of good wishes you receive today, albeit that they're heavily tinged with sarcasm, until you remember it's your birthday. This will give you yet another excuse to eat a whole chocolate gateux in one sitting leading to a severe bout of indigestion. Subsequently you will spend the evening with a slightly pained expression, which the barmaid you've been hankering after at your local, will mistake for hidden depths of thought and soul. After a disappointing night together you will realise, too late, that your attraction was solely based on a subconscious acknowledgement of Chelsea's striking similarities to your mother. Unable to stand up to either of them you find yourself at the beginning of another long and painful relationship as she worms her way into your family life. Your lucky number is 69 and your lucky colour green. Please avoid asparagus at all costs."
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They're quite specific nowadays aren't they?
As you always write a poem for birthdays I thought I should at least have a go for you...
Renegade, Renegade, Carpark Man
Make us a joke as fast as you can
Make it a weird one
Or make it quite crude
But please do your best
Not to get us all sued.
Hope you enjoy your birthday weekend bonaza bash thingamyjig.
I know it's actually tomorrow (Sat) but as I'm away then I'm starting this early for you.
Big hugs. Jxxx
