Caddyshack, Be The Ball
Mick Fleetwood, the druid-looking weirdo from Fleetwood Mac, turns 62 today, so will presumably be spending the evening enjoying facepaints, alcohol and lasagna, like any normal person would on their birthday. He might have a little do in a pub somewhere, or perhaps he’s off to a fancy restaurant. We just don’t know. Mainly because Mick didn’t bother inviting us. Oh no, Mick’s a little bit too good for us, with his music industry pals, and his cool beard. Even so, we thought we’d buy him a gift, so we hired bikes and circled a small lake, until discussions came to a close with a simple choice between a lawn mower, or a clip of Chevy Chase being funny. In the end we got him both. Happy Birthday Fleetwood!