Last night, we turned five. IMAGINE.
We’ve not been to many fifth birthday parties (at least, not since primary school) but we can be sure that they’re not really supposed to have quite as much gin on offer (or cake, for that matter).
There was too much cake and too much fun at the Slaughtered Lamb last night. Thank you to everyone who came along and made the night the exuberant fun-fest that we’d all hoped it would be. We hope your hangovers are as worthwhile as ours. Now please have a nice lie down and listen to Tom.