Today is my 44th birthday.
Charles Darwin spent his 44th birthday working on barnacles, his great theory of evolution by means of Natural Selection already documented and filed away, to be published in the event of his untimely death. I shall be spending the afternoon of my 44th birthday in the pub, drinking nice, non-chilled, British beer with friends and family. Barnacles or beer: it's a fine line between scientific genius and having a life.
Those many thousands of you who are racked with guilt for having forgotten yet again to send me a birthday card, will no doubt want to make amends by making a small donation to the Beagle Project. Tell them it's in lieu of Richard's birthday card. They'll know what you mean.