Twenty Four

So this weekend just gone I turned the ripe old age of 24 *cry*. Yes, I'm being a little dramatic because 24 is still young and I'm sure if you're reading this and are, say, older than 24 you'll probably shout at the screen. You see the way I see it is that I'm now only 6 years off 30. By the next Olympics I'll be 28!

Well anyway, I don't ever plan to stop celebrating birthdays, some people don't even make it out of their teens, so don't be miserable about getting older. We're very lucky. Blimey, deep.

On my birthdays I like to get everyone around to our flat, put a SICK playlist together, drink from American house party red cups and then go out to dance in a cruddy club. This was the year that I forgot to eat properly thus meaning I only half got to the cruddy club. Gutted.

Still, I got these awesome pictures that my grandchildren will look at and see what it was like to party in 2012. They'll also see what a hero their dear old grandmother once was.

Do the Usain!