When I was about eight-years-old I met a magician who had the same birthday as me. Up until then, I’d assumed that I was the only person in the world blowing out candles on November 8th. Of all the people to share a birthday with! These days, I’m not one for fuss and fanfare on my birthday and I don’t need a big party or lavish gifts (well, If you insist). But, I do love the feeling of walking down a street of Autumn leaves knowing that it’s my day –– mine and the magician’s.