Happy Birthday Wiganwill

I've heard it said that there is no Wiganwill, in the sense of a beatified saint, rather that he's a mythological figure. According to my lecturer in the Vedic tradition whilst at University, Wiganwill is closely identifiable with the hindu deity Indra and his part in their creation mythology ... Indra slew a great serpent demon (Vṛtrá) from whose belly poured the water of life onto the earth...

Happy sodding birthday, hope you like being older.

Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(which was rather late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.

Up to then there'd only been
A sort of bargaining,
A wrangle for the ring,
A shame that started at sixteen
And spread to everything.

Then all at once the quarrel sank:
Everyone felt the same,
And every life became
A brilliant breaking of the bank,
A quite unlosable game.

So life was never better than
In nineteen sixty-three
(Though just too late for me) -
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first LP.