aged allies

Good once in a while to see old friends. The ones who you can trust. As the milestone 30th birthday draws near I have decided to make an effort to call on such people. A week off work is advisable for any true commeration. Having manipulated another 365 days of survival in an ever turbulant world of violent walking to the pub and playing the odd frame or two of snooker. Executing with aplomb my current role at work as Man Friday I have earned the right to wake up with enormous hangovers on various sofas the length of England from Brighton to Leeds and back again via Nottingham and London over a 9 day period. Alcohol. The ever present friend of the travelling birthday celebrator will rear its pounding head each morning, the enemy to memory and good financial advice.