Officially thirty

Nothing is official without a big ceremony to mark the occasion.

On Saturday past a group of my friends and friends of friends celebrated my three decades of existence by rendezvousing at the Covent Garden Comedy Club in London. With a group booking for 16 people, we were sat right at the front - subjected to the ridicule of the comedians performing on the night. With two girls sitting on either side of me, and my hairy chest climbing over the second button of my shirt, it’s needless to say the comedians likened me to a pimp.

Afterwards, we headed to a nearby nightclub and boogied till 1 a.m. Of course, getting home thereafter was a wet blanket on an otherwise great night – it involved two hours of trains, buses and delays and rail replacement services.

Everybody had a great night, vowing to "Do this again soon."

Thanks to everyone who came. It was great to see you all.