I do apologise for my tardiness in getting back to you. My Silver Disc of Knowledge has disappeared, along with my battered tin-box containing the scrolls of Scribblin Past. I have been searching, scouring and creating general mayhem in order to locate them. All information pertaining to my findings re the birth dates is contained in these artifacts.
Diving deep into the bowels of my disorganised wardrobe, I came up empty. I did, however, find a sock, thought lost to the bottomless bowl of the laundering machine.
A tight scuffle with the underbelly of my bed proved no more successful. Even using my long toenails to pluck "Come Softly To Me" on the bed springs did not entice my lost artifacts to reveal their hiding place.
Seeking here, and seeking there I entered into a mighty struggle with giant dustballs from Roum Corn-Nor which left me with nothing more than a coughing fit, and a small torn piece of paper, upon which were written the words "ardy [ink blot]a-ha".
In the hallway outside my room, I tangled with the Drooping Curtains of Webb Catcher the Fly-guy. I can't remember how many times I had told him to hang his washing OUTSIDE.
Visiting the media department to have them issue an all points bulletin, I barely managed to escape the spinning cocoon of Dr. Lief Molde.
I explained my dilemma to the Court Wizard, Count Don von Rumm. He thought for a moment, then his head began to spin. This was followed by his arms, then his torso and on down his legs to his feet. He spun so rapidly, he corkscrewed himself through three floors of the palace before he was able to stop. I backed out of his room very quietly.
I next approached the Captain of the guards, Lord Dave O'Dat, and enlisted the help of the Dreaded Lillicotts, the Kingdom's peacekeepers, to track down and capture these elusive artifacts of mine. Dressed in black from head to toe to horse, the Dreaded Lillicotts roamed the kingdom, spying and prying in the name of Justice.
Despite this setback, I shall endeavour to continue the story of my discoveries. It shall be difficult without the aforementioned artifacts. However I will do my best.
About two weeks after starting to list names and birth dates, I was casually scanning those I had gathered and noticed something which made me stop. I looked again, and yes, I had read correctly.
On this day were born Craig Breedlove, Werner Von Braun and Donald Campbell. Two were involved in breaking land speed records and the other with building rockets. However also born on this day was Joan Crawford. Was there a connection, and if so, what was it?
I then looked through the list to see if I could find any other similarities. Isaac Pitman, the inventor of shorthand, and Louis Braille, the inventor of braille, were both born on the same day.
From that day, as I build the list, I kept an eye out for any similarities.
I soon discovered that Charlie Chaplin, Spike Milligan and Peter Ustinov were all born April 16.
This all had to mean something. Could our birth date determine our future, perhaps a guide to how best to live our lives? I had to gather many more birth dates. And so I disappeared into a labyrinth of books, not emerging until I had gathered some 70,000 names, with birth dates and occupations.
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