Are birthdays happy?

[millionreasons]

What do you do when you’re 33? Go to Geneva for the weekend? Get fucked on drugs and stay up til sunrise? Dinner at the Ivy?

No, you go to a museum celebrating the life of Marc Brunel and his tunnel and then walk through the delightful ecological park to Surrey Docks Farm to watch a squeal of pigs in a suckling frenzy and then get home before it starts to rain. Oh, and your charming partner boyfriend treats you to lunch at Carluccios, sweedie.

Later, we go out to perennial fave the Faltering Fullback for copious drinks, strawberries, Thai noodles, candy cigarettes, ‘psycho bitch from hell’ badges, Spiderman tattoos, red eye photos, talk of trips to Nottingham, Blackpool and Café Kick and my dear chums Alice, Allan, Andy, Aug, Dave#1, DJJohn, Gareth, Heike, Jo, Mark, Richard, Steve, Tanya and Tom. I’m happy.