Yes, many congratulations, and thank you for your sterling support of the forums over the years (no doubt from when you were in short trousers until now when you no doubt wear plus-fours! Here's to the next thousand! :-)
snowybella:
I've contacted the Marlinspike Orchestra - champagne and all - to play outside your front door...? ;)
I wonder who they will be celebrating? Hergé came up with the somewhat incompetent band after being serenaded by a local amateur group which turned up at his country house in Céroux-Mousty, playing on a lorry which arrived outside his garden.
This impromptu concert was followed by a copious round of drinks (strong beer supplied by Hergé and his wife Germaine), and a long and rambling speech by the band's leader.
He described the couple (to Hergé's surprise, as they had never met the man before) as if they were his best, greatest and oldest friends.
Then (to Hergé's even greater surprise and amusement) the bandmaster brought his oration to a conclusion, by loudly declaring the toast, "Vive Spirou!" ("Long live Spirou!"), to which the band responded with some, by now "well-oiled", enthusiasm! ;-)
