Joker

Oh Tom, he was a piper's son~
He learnt to play when he was young~
And the only tune that he could play~
Was Over the Hills and Far Away~

Over the hills and a long way off~
The wind shall blow my top-knot off...

[For those who are still up at midnight and tuning into the network, they'll hear that little bit of poetry. Joker, seated on a bed with a glass of wine in his hand and looking out at the rainy streets, starts to hum the rest. He notices something, however, and turns to face the camera. For once he's not actually wearing any makeup.]

Angel, why'd ya go and turn that on? Don't think too many folks are awake. [He gives an amused shake of his head.] Ah well- it's on, it's on.

Feels a bit strange ta celebrate another birthday! [Especially considering, y'know, he's dead.] But here we are~. Forgot ta mention it any earlier. But don't worry- for all of ya in the Circus, we can celebrate it if ya like after our next show later. Just a day, yeah?

I'd be just fine with well wishes, 'tho.

[He makes a vague gesture with his hand to Angel to have the 'Gear be clicked off.]