I got a bit of a shock when I opened Google this evening.

The Google graphic was clearly in honour of my birthday, as confirmed when I hovered my pointer over it.  A little box appeared saying “Happy Birthday Alan!”. For just a second I thought I had somehow become an international celebrity, but then common sense prevailed.  Plainly it was there for me alone, and it is no mystery at all how Google knows.  What don’t they know these days?

Happy Birthday Alan



About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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