JANUARY 13 - A QUIET DAY TO BE BORN
January 13 is a weird day to have a birthday.
Not much happens on January 13. Some people have gone back to work. Some haven’t.
It’s also a bit dicey, birthday party-wise. There are always a couple of friends who still haven’t returned from Bali and a few more who’ve decided now would be a good time to quit drinking.
World events-wise, it’s quiet. Most houses of power aren’t sitting and the celebs who are going to die during this period did so during Christmas and New Year. In fact, I can’t recall anything of national or international significance happening on my birthday.
But I wanted to be sure. So I asked Google to read out the scroll for January 13.
Google: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah… Trump was impeached for a second time on January 13, 2021?
Me: That’s the best you’ve got?
Google: In 2003, Tony Blair said he believed "passionately" that Saddam Hussein must be stripped of his weapons of mass destruction. And the year before that, George Bush fainted after swallowing a pretzel.
Me: I guess the pretzel’s something.
Google: Sir Joh Bjelke Petersen was born in 1911.
Me: I share a birthday with Sir Joh?
Google: Also with Paul Kelly – the musician, Julia Louis-Dreyfuss and Orlando Bloom.
Me: That’s a strong case against astrology.
Google: You need to take into account their rising sign as well, Adam.
Me: I know that! You know I know that!! What about actual events?
Google: In 1962 an outbreak of smallpox spread throughout Britain and 20 years after that a Boeing 737 crashed into a bridge, hitting five ships and killing 78 people, on the Potomac River in Washington DC.
Me: That’s terrible.
Google: In 1942, James Joyce passed away during an eye operation in Zurich, Switzerland.
Me: Has anything good ever happened?
Google: Henry Ford patented the plastic car in ‘42.
Me: Wasn’t Henry Ford a Nazi?
Google: It’s Saint Hilary's Day, traditionally the coldest day of the year in the Northern Hemisphere.
Me: You’ve run out of puff haven’t you.
Google: How dare you! Sunrise will be at 6.12am.
So there it is. January 13 – a great festival of nothingness.