cake
Just back from David's surprise 40th birthday party.
Yes the lighting at The Far Side was exceptionally kind, and yes I had five pints of lager, but I swear he does not look a day over 35. And has very good looking friends. There was cake. Cake is now on my hips, on top of the afternoon twin suicide-by-triple-chocolate cakes that a service company delivered to the office to congratulate us on the launch of the website. If you hear a loud rumble on Sunday evening, that'll be me being rolled from the RVT across the street to Horse Meat Disco.