One of the things I hide quite well is my ability to make little kids laugh.
I first encountered this when I bought my first big fast motorbike. I thought I’d have to buy a shitty stick to beat off the ladies.
Ladies like motorbikes the way men like chatting about shoes and handbags.
You see, motorbikes are liked by hairy men and kids under the age of 5. You don’t get told this in the motorbike shop when the smell of 2-stroke and leather has hypnotised you but the hint would be that I have never seen a sexy lady collect Top Trumps for fast motorbikes.
What has this got to do with birthday cakes? Well, the up-shot of being good with kids is that I have more Godchildren than real ones.
I spend most of my time with them telling them that to them, I am like a God. To be fair, some of them still laugh at this joke.
This picture was from my Godchild and niece Orla’s 7th Birthday in October of this year.
And what has this got to do with the skull and cross bones?
Well, in the bottom right hand cornerof the photograph you can see the universal symbol of subversiveness.