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HIDEOUS TIE PARTY

And so I turned 25 last Sunday. TWENTY FIVE FOR GOODNESS SAKE, it doesn’t seem like that long ago I was taking my Common Entrance exams at the tender age of 12.

Anyway, with the month of June being the start of summer loving, there are lots of March birthdays (nine months after June is March for those of you that are confused) and Alex M turned 25 on the 10th. As a result, the logical thing to do seemed to be to host a party. Not just any party with a few people turning up for a few beers, oh no, a party with a theme, a ‘hideous tie with optional waistcoat’ theme.

So charity shops were liberated of their awful ties and the Party Shop made a few quid out of Simon S, culminating in a splendid array of the worst ties ever created. But it didn’t stop there. After the initial antics at the farm, we headed into town (still fully kitted out in the ties) to the 80’s themed ‘Reflex’ bar. Not only did the bar have a revolving dance floor, but there were rubix cubes dangling from the ceiling and a pacman chasing some ghosts around.

People danced, people chatted and people bought me drinks. Eventually we headed home where Tony L shaved his friend’s eyebrow off and I jumped on my bed, only to spring back up and bounce off the other side, ending up in a crumpled, drunken heap on the floor.

I woke up fully clothed, shoes still on and blatantly still drunk. All in all it was a marvellous evening.