Those of you with eagle eyes will notice that I’ve updated the header on this blog from “The chronicles of a 20-something, music-junkie, aspiring writer in London-Town” to “The chronicles of a 30-ish, music-junkie, aspiring writer in London-Town”. That’s right, kids. As of Saturday, I am officially 30. I can’t quite decide if it’s a shock to the system or not. I guess in some ways I’ve been thinking about the concept of being in my 30’s since I turned 29 but in other ways, it’s 30… THIRTY! There’s a THREE at the front of that!!!!
But anyway, existential age-related crises aside, I have had a particularly lovely birthday weekend this year. On Friday after work Paul and I headed to Chelmo to join his family for bonfire night fireworks at Paul’s old high school. Of course, because it’s England, it absolutely poured, but that did little to quell the enthusiasm of not only the small children running around but also Paul’s dad. I had mulled wine so I was happy, although it does get cold a lot faster when it’s been diluted by rain. Wish they’d served it in Starbucks-like takeaway coffee cups!
After a delicious curry dinner and much jolliness around the table, it was declared my birthday at midnight and I was swamped with gifts from Paul and his family including recipe books (believe it or not there is a zombie cupcake book and I now own it), a digital photo frame, another beautiful cake stand, a digital photo frame, a book about the history of cooking, silicone teacup shaped fairy cake cases and Guess Who? (which is a board game for six year olds that I recently discovered and am happy playing all day). I don’t think I have ever had so many presents for one birthday. Talk about being spoilt!
The next day I got to partake in Paul’s cousin, Kyran’s fifth birthday party. It had little in common with my birthday experiences as a child. When I was a kid, you had some mates around to run in the garden and eat jelly… maybe play a little pass the parcel or musical chairs and if you were lucky someone might bring you a colouring book or a puzzle as gift. It was wonderful. Now it seems you have to hire out some kind of party venue and hand out designer goodie bags and every present is intended to outdo the next. Kyran’s general boredom as he ripped the paper off remote control trucks, monster machine garages, Ben 10 (WTF is Ben 10 anyway) watches and massive Star Wars battleships was palpable and in the end he settled for building the Lego Paul and I had bought him which was the smallest present by miles. I think I have to say I like my childhood better. The high/lowlight of the event was being cornered by Paul’s other cousins Finn and Jacob, who are 10, and being asked about our sex life. Apparently it was sex-ed week at school. Not sure what they’re teaching them but if Finn and Jake’s hand gestures are anything to go by, they’ve got a lot to learn. Unfortunately it meant our romantic home made dinner plans fell by the wayside as no one wanted us to leave.
Yesterday we headed back to our beloved Brighton, where Paul surprised me with a delicious traditional fish ‘n chip dinner at the Palm Court Restaurant before managing to win me a stuffed Spider-Pig from the arcade. My hero! Spider-Pig and I were both thrilled to discover that we were staying in the Ophelia Fancy room at Hotel Pelirocco. I’ll admit that apart from a couple of very strong cocktails in the hotel bar we hardly left our room but if your room looked like this would you leave?
Now we’re back in London and it’s bloody freezing but what a fabulously cool birthday!