He doesn't like to blow his own trumpet (he's more of a sax hoodlum) but yesterday was Trampy's birthday ...

Modest man that he is, Trampy celebrated not with a curry but with a small gathering of close friends, including Makhni Knife, Rumpole of the Balti and (the only provisionally named, and as yet to appear at an actual Curry Club night) Beef Curtis, with a slap-up dinner cooked magnificently by Aldo Gobi.

I'm sure all curry compadres will join me in wishing him a very Happy Birthday and many a top-notch curry throughout the next year. Since there wasn't a hint of curry the whole day I thought I'd post a picture of a birthday cake in the shape of a curry and a bottle of beer. Take note though – no matter what he'd have you believe Trampy is certainly not 19 so ignore the age in the corner of the cake (and his real name isn't Ben either ...)