This weekend the Other Harf and I made the journey down to the Big Smoke to assist our good friend S (and husband of my best friend L) in celebrating his 40th birthday on Saturday night. I can't quite believe it's been ten years since his 30th (which we celebrated in a blues bar in London - I tied about twenty balloons to his suit jacket which made it very difficult for him to get on the tube to get home) but there you are, time flying when you're having fun and all that.

After some drinking, dancing and general revelry, the birthday boy shared a tasteful breasts cake complete with flesh-coloured frosting and raspberry lolly nipples (and iced with "Happy 40th to a right pair of boobs!") with his football team buddy Greg, who also turned 40 recently. Later on, after the boobs were set on fire then sliced up, Greg did his party piece in front of a captive audience in the driveway: a demonstration of fire-breathing, fire-baton spinning and torch juggling. As you do.

However, due to the large consumption of alcohol, this party-piece was spectacularly disastrous with a great deal of dropped equipment, swearing, singed eyebrows and spilt kerosene, particularly during the audience participation slot. Even in our merry states, L and I had to agree the whole thing was very silly indeed and what silly boys they were and this was not the sort of thing we intended to do on our 40ths.

Speaking of better things to do on your 40th, it has been confirmed: L and I are off to Melbourne in October for a mutual 40th birthday kneesup with T (who lives there) - and all going well the fourth member of our teenaged-besties crew, Liss, is coming too!  T turns 40 on the 7th,  Liss on the 11th and L on the 23rd (I have to wait till November till the big 4-Oh-No, but I've always felt ever so slightly smug about being the youngest, heh-heh!).

I have no doubt that the four of us are going to have an abso-flippin'lutely awesome time and there will be no fire-breathing whatsoever.

1 And the People said:

Happy, Happy in advance, youngster. :)

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    your hostess Fi (40, just) and currently residing in a big old house in rural Northland, New Zealand with my lovely English husband (known round here as the Other Harf), our daughter (currently Miss 9.10) and a menagarie of orphaned animals and over-extended relatives. Have mercy.

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