On 11th February I’ll be 26, and as far as I’m concerned that is old enough.
Therefore I am not actually going to be aging. What I will celebrate is the first anniversary of my 25th birthday. Usefully, there is some d’n'b’n'dubstep silliness on the preceeding Saturday, in ‘orrible Neots at the New Inn.
On my last birthday I was working until past midnight, and moving house the next day, so celebration was nil. The previous birthday is lost to my mind – I was living in Huntingdon and have a sneaking suspicion I may have gone for a few drinks up there. But I’m not sure.
22nd was Hare’n'Hounds mayhem, with 50 people crammed into the back room as these were the times of Monday Night Pub Night. Much drinking done and much drugs lost, not by me I hasten to add, down the back of those secure storage box things. Oh, and a scrap with some dude which involved hair pulling and fighting dirty. Again, I was merely a spectator.
21st was a house party, and involved four of us demolishing two bottles of vodka in four and a bit minutes, shot by shot.
So I’ve had pretty much every standard type of cheap birthday celebrations the last few years, so that’s it. No more. I am not celebrating turning 26. I’m celebrating still being 25.
Good times!




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