To mark our joint birthdays, Liam and I are off to Brighton (London-by-the-Sea) for a couple of days in the company of a pair of drunken old playmates to take in the sea air and drink the town dry. Thankfully, the lashing remnants of Hurricane Gonzalo have already cylconed over otherwise the air might have been a little more bracing than we had bargained for. After the Brighton booze cruise, we’ll be in London to mark the coming of age of my nephew and namesake, Jack. He’s having a bit of a do with the class of 2014. And yes, we’ll be the old farts hiding in the corner sipping on a sweet sherry and trying hard not to leer at the young men in big hair and skinny jeans. No doubt we’ll be bringing our livers back in a Sainsbury’s bag.
Here’s Jack with the old girl earlier in the year.
Perking the Pansies 
Happy birthdays. ⭐ ⭐ May all of them be memorable.
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Thank you. I’ve stopped counting 😀
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They’re only numbers and don’t mean anything unless you’re up to six figures. 😀 😀
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Numbers only count when it comes to money. 😮
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the ‘Hat Tricks’ and the ‘Gerihatrics’ in the same room at the same time – amazing!
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Who you calling old?
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Enjoy Brighton. I’m a bit jealous but I’ve always thought of Bodrum as being Turkey’s Brighton.
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It is a bit but without the whitewash and sun 😊
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Is that Mum? She (and Jack) look wonderful.
The thing about birthdays is that you really do forget how old you are as you age. Am I 20 or 21 this year…… 😉
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Yes, that’s my mum. She does look amazing. I try not to think about how old I am 😊
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I missed your birthday, Jack .. hope it all went well and you and Liam had fun! I bet you did!! Lovely photo of your mum! I was in Brighton just recently and loved it 🙂
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Thanks, Claudia. We had an interesting time. More on this to come 😊
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