Happy Birthday Mock !

Many happy returns. Make sure you don't get your pressies mixed up.

I alway thought Mock was God. Happy birthday and a merry xmas

Mock was really born around about April,this is just his official birthday, but many happy returns anyway.

Didn't he adopt this day when he adopted the Name of Jesus Christ, at least I think it was Jesus Christ?

Happy Birthday Jesus!

Better not upset him, after all he is 93 and must be frail.

Back in November I was ambling around  Mock's beloved Kingsbridge estuary and estate. Thought I'D explore the 18/19thth century stone carriageway foolishly built between Kingsbridge and Salcombe.
Looked at the National Trust information stone and was shocked to see the carriageway was built by one Commander Mock !   Daddy !!

Happy Birthday, considering it's a double celebration for you today i presume you will be getting your mock well and truly cunched.   

Happy birthday Mockers.

One of ATD's finest. Have a great day buddy.  

Mocky C, have a good double un! xx

Happy Birthday Mockers!!

Happy birthday, Lord Mock! Hope you're enjoying all those 'we've got you a big one for both' presents X

Happy Birthday Mock!

A mock amongst mockers...

Happy birthday the mock monster

Belated birthday greetings Mock. I've hired Jeremy Lion for your next party   

Winter Green wrote:

Back in November I was ambling around  Mock's beloved Kingsbridge estuary and estate. Thought I'D explore the 18/19th century stone carriageway foolishly built between Kingsbridge and Salcombe.
Looked at the National Trust information stone and was shocked to see the carriageway was built by one Commander Mock !    Daddy !!

Ah, Commander Mock! The underachiever of the family, most of us have attained regal honours!

And yes, I was informed that the might have been an influx of lowly types who had to be chased from the estates last month. Most were harried from the lands (tally ho!) before they could slaughter any of the pheasant and deer that God Himself hast bestowed upon the Mock Clan, alas Jenkins the groundskeeper found one young buck smeared across the road near the west wing. The perpetrator's Vauxhall Nova (a French car for crying out loud!) was trapped in the ditch alongside the road, his family (no doubt sired from several of the nearby 'nouveau' posh villages like South Milton or Churchstow) in shock and weeping as he attempted to make love to the carcass. Strange types round here especially since the Cold War ended; too many reds with no direction. Only several .22 rounds warded them off the lands; Jenkins swears blind he didn't shoot any of them but apparently one of the sons ended up with 2 or 3 bullet-holes in the back of his legs. Strangely the shot matched the gun of Father who was stalking in the woods at the time, but we've had Jenkins whipped anyway to sate the strange mood emanating from the working class establishments of the village.

Many thanks for the well-wishes chaps. Upon hearing the news the villagers gathered round the Shambles and were quite the insatiable and inconsolable mob when Jenkins donned his town-crier voice and gave them the news that rumours of my impending birthday celebrations were circa 7 months premature. If only we'd summoned that kind of spirit post Dunkirk in 1939, the Kingsbridge militia would have given "Jerry" a square biff on the shnozz, boffed him back to Berlin pronto and we'd have been back home to the Castle before Jenny the maid had even boiled the kettle! Instead the year is 2013, and as it was Jenkins took another flogging!