Happy Birthday GKC

Happy 134th Birthday, GKC!
(or: Bacon! Beer! Birthday!)

Bowing down in blind credulity, as is my custom, before mere authority
and the tradition of the elders, superstitiously swallowing a story I
could not test at the time by experiment or private judgment, I am
firmly of opinion that I was born on the 29th of May, 1874, on Campden
Hill, Kensington; and baptised according to the formularies of the
Church of England in the little church of St. George opposite the large
Waterworks Tower that dominated that ridge. I do not allege any
significance in the relation of the two buildings; and I indignantly
deny that the church was chosen because it needed the whole water-power
of West London to turn me into a Christian.
Nevertheless, the great Waterworks Tower was destined to play its part
in my life, as I shall narrate on a subsequent page; but that story is
connected with my own experiences, whereas my birth (as I have said) is
an incident which I accept, like some poor ignorant peasant, only
because it has been handed down to me by oral tradition.
[GKC, Autobiography CW16:21]