OK, so the big 45th bash was over a week ago now – but it's taken me that long to recover!
WHAT A TOP NIGHT…..
Just amazing to look around the room at all your ugly mugs and think 'well, here are 100 human reasons why the past 45 years have been very good to me'.
I had SUCH a good time, and judging by the email and text and phone call barrage afterwards, I think many of you did too!
Ranging from memories of the bizarre:
– 'Who was that girl between your legs, moving her head like a ginger fanny to the music?'
To the vastly amusing:
'You have a lot of mad friends - I spoke to Mad Pam, Mad Lydia, Mad Helen…' (and the list went on)
To the naughty:
' You've got a lot of female friends, there were so many more women than men on the dance floor - is everyone you know gay?'
And to the cheeky:
'God the bacon rolls were good, they really hit the spot – I had two' – when I hadn't had one myself. And this, coming from my dear husband no less. Don't worry about me, petal..
Anyway, suffice it to say I was super chuffed that people had schlepped in from Holland (well done big sis), Harrogate (cheers David & Mandy), Manchester (Rachel, Roger, Lyds, Chris), Kent (my bro and Helen T), East London (Sarah K & Caroline),all over the rest of London and even the distant depths of Epsom (half the room, so it seemed).
A stonking effort from all concerned, and a massive bar bill which indicated a good night must have been had by all (or a bloody good night by a very thirsty few, at least!)
Too many photos to pop on here so just a couple to mark the momentous occasion, including the ludicrous one of Hawksey tripping the light fantastic like a veritable country dancer through the ranks of cougar alpha females. Just glad no-one had a camera when the big silver 4 and 5 that were tied to the back of my trousers got caught in the loo door and burst very loudly – bloody terrifying!
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