We all have things to thank him for. Whether it be getting us through those uncomfortable teenage years, relieving the boredom while waiting at the bus-stop, or in some extreme cases stopping us from doing something daft and doing away with ourselves.
Maybe he just inspired a haircut or a hangover cure (I can't be the only one who tried to figure out the recipe for a caffeine bomb, surely?)
But I sometimes wonder whether he actually realises how much of an impact the songs that come from his pen and his guitar have on our lives, and how much we appreciated his company on those nights when we just shut the curtains, opened a bottle of JD and put "Endless Nameless" on.
So here's your chance to say cheers to the man with the ginger dreadlocks.
I'll start.
Thanks for being the soundtrack to the difficult teenage years, but most of all thanks for being there through the the even more difficult (in my case) adult ones. I owe you several thousand pints worth of thanks.