Oh what a night ...

There's nothing quite like trotting around Camden on a Saturday afternoon in full 70s regalia. If it wasn't for the zebra striped platforms holding a certain member of our group up, I doubt we would have even got a second glance. By the time the night was through, half the city was pretending to be American ... any excuse for a big night out.

We had a good reason though - Ms Marshall was turning 30! If you ask me (why, thank you)nothing says Happy Birthday like a bit of yum cha. Not that I actually made it for the yum cha, but she had some and that's what really matters! Then it was crawling for cider ... not that we got very far! Down to a Spanish bar for a couple of rounds, to The Big Chill for Sambuca, then on to The Duke for some more cider and some incredible organic food. Not to forget the cheese ... she'd never forgive us if we forgot the cheese!

The long search for Jaegerbombs took us back home, where we lined them up and shot them down. The birthday girl treated us to a fabulous costume change and we all settled in for the night. The Carwash was a long-forgotten dream as we talked (and slept) into the early hours ... well ... we're old now, so actually we all headed home by midnight and were tucked in by 1. I just don't know how we did it back in the day!

Happy Birthday Tiger!