BLOTTER: Birthday bashings

Apparently a birthday right around Thanksgiving is even worse than one around Christmas.

On Sunday, Danny Harrison, the former tour manager for Paul Simon and other bland pop acts, was celebrating his 57th birthday with his ex-hooker girlfriend in his E. 89th St. apartment. The girlfriend allegedly told police later that the two had been marking the happy day with a little freebasing, and that's why things got out of hand. Although cops found no drugs in the apartment, it's as good an explanation as any for why the two got into a hellacious knockabout that left Harrison stabbed and departed.

Let this be a lesson-stick with ice cream and cake, or you too might be facing second-degree murder charges.

Better yet, stick with ice cream cake. That's the mistake Lt. William Doyle's wife made on Monday. It was Doyle's 47th birthday, and he wanted ice cream cake. But she brought home some other kind of cake. House full of relatives, and she brings home the wrong fucking kind of cake! It was his birthday, wasn't it?

Doyle reportedly first made his displeasure evident to the family, friends and children gathered in their Staten Island home by pouring wine on the cake. Then he allegedly grabbed a handy pick axe and held it to his wife's head. Then he remembered that he was a cop and had a gun, so he held that to her head, threatening to kill her all the while.

The hissy fit finally ended when it came time for him to head off to work, cakeless on his birthday. Doyle, by the way, is a 14-year NYPD vet who once headed the domestic violence unit, where he apparently took some serious notes.

He's since been suspended and is facing both criminal and departmental charges.

Finally, it's unclear whether either of the two men driving across the GWB on Saturday was having a birthday, but it seems like a pretty good bet. At some point along their journey, a lover's quarrel broke out-it's unclear this time if either cake or coke were involved. The spat escalated as they drove, and it apparently reached a crescendo right around the middle of the bridge. That's when the driver pulled over (and, as we imagine it, yelled, "I'll show you! I'll show you!") got out of the car and dove headfirst into the cold, dark waters below.

Though he was quickly pulled from the river by a passing boat, he was beyond repair.