So...many...Birthdays

I know 7 people who have birthday's around this time. 7, that's just silly. How on Earth can I keep up with that? Well as Harriet's birthday has shown I can't. I mean, my birthday even fulls in this busy time. They must cancel all midwife leave when it hits April.

Anyway last night we went out Keenie's 22nd birthday. We planned to paint the town literally red. We had bought brushes and everything. We then decided it would probably be more fun to just go to a bar and drink or something. And we were right, drinking was pretty fun.

Us lot in the Backpackers bar. C'mon, you know all their names by now.

Sadly it wasn't quite the crazy night we had all expected. Some of Keenie's work mates couldn't make it which was sad as we were all looking forward to showing off in front of some Canadians. Then Simon fell ill with a nasty cold, while Andy, Laura and Chris left early through exhaustion (Andy even fell asleep on the bus home bless him). So it was down to the hard core, Keenie himself, Liz, Jade, an outrageously drunk Gav and of course, me.

I think we did well and I certainly had a good time. We were in our second home the Railway Club and they had 3 bands. Only the middle one was any good but it didn't stop me from 'bopping' along to the 'tunes' (Oh God I'm getting old).

Andy struggles to lift the pitcher with his tiny arms.

A happy Gav and Liz...


A not so happy Keenie waiting for the bus slightly worse for wear.

The more perceptive blog readers may of noticed that this post has pictures, despite me losing my camera. Well luckily (if losing a camera can ever be lucky) I lost it just before my birthday which means I could get a new one with my birthday money. Yes, I still get birthday money despite it being my 26th, though I think this is more to do with the fact I'm away from home than anything else. Still, thanks Mum and Dad!

So I've bought a flash new Sony one which turned out to be far more expensive than I thought it would. Hey hum. One really cool feature is that you can hook it up to the TV. I videod Andy making breakfast then we watched on TV. It was like our very own version of Big Brother. Except Andy doesn't have the brain of a fruit fly like most Big Brother contestants.