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I’m not normally the type to get excited in advance,
I don’t really get hyper or break out in to dance.
Birthday’s come and go, Christmas passes every year,
I’m rarely filled with xmas spirit or lots of birthday cheer.
But all last week was different I kept checking the date,
Perhaps subconsciously I was worried I’d be late.
The week began to drag as I wished for the weekend,
Knowing it would take me home and back to see my friends.
I left Paris for four days for a timely change of scene,
A weekend in Northampton where skies are blue and fields are green.
Four reasons for returning, four people’s birthdays,
Ashley, Bryony, Bruce and my brother James!
A mad and hectic party lasted Friday through til Sun,
And while I may have spent a lot, it just had to be done.
Bryony’s party Friday - a late night out in town,
Who needs a Parisian landscape when you’ve got your pals around ?
We partied hard we partied late, the sun rose before we slept,
But I think it was a special night that Biri won’t forget.
Saturday belonged to my brother as he turned 23,
Poor old sod had a hangover and me for company!
But we caught up a bit - it’s not often I see his face,
Busy lives mean rendez-vous just aren’t that commonplace,
The night brought another party , another 21st,
An occassion for more small talk and to quench my dancing thirst.
Ashley was my prom date many moons ago
So a dance with her at her party was worth returning for alone
A few closet blog readers came out to me that night
Farrow admitted reading this, so hello you ugly shite!
Sorry, just joking Simon - just checking you tell the truth,
I know there’s at least one other reader - watch out i’ll find you too!
But another party, another dance, this time to cheesy tunes,
The DJ was none other than the ‘narcissistic’ Ollie Pugh.
I danced to Luther and MJ and admittedly to Grease,
I can only imagine this went on to keep the parents pleased.
The night ended far too early so we piled back to foghorn’s place,
Craig fell victim to abuse as ‘‘goat’’ was written on his face.
But sam looked after me, kept me sheltered, kept me fed,
Although I spent half the weekend dodging his clothes pegs.
Grand slam Sunday passed without any incident,
It’s lazy days like this for which the Brampton Halt is meant.
Brucey’s and Bryony’s birthdays spent in familiar surroundings
Everybody happy while their wallets take a pounding.
But sometimes you just need to go where everybody knows your name,
As we continue to grow older our favourite local stays the same.
Yet again it was back to Sam’s for barely an hours kip,
Before Robert Turner picked me up for my return trip.
I fell asleep before take off and woke up once we’d arrived,
I’d already collected my luggage before wiping sleep out of my eyes.
I got back to my lego box and slept for one day and a half
Then prepared myself for work as a gallery member of staff.
By Tuesday I was back at work sitting at the desk,
Laughing at facebook photos til it began to hurt my chest!