Your Favourite Birthday
I would have to say last year, which was my 22nd. And now for some frank admissions…
Admission #1: I still get as pant-wettingly over excited as any small child at the prospect of a birthday (and Christmas, it should be noted).
Admission #2: This was one of the best parties that I have ever hosted, but I was gutted that some people couldn’t make it.
Admission #3: We were absolutely battered.
Admission #4: I was genuinely upset to see John O (and a few weeks later Joe) go back to the states.
Admission #5: We were singing Meatloaf. At a duck.
Admission #6: This year will be even better!