Another birthday party

Yes, I was milking my 30th birthday for all it was worth. The culmination of the week long celebration was a night out at Bungalow 8 in King St Wharf. It's a great bar, and my first time there since a previous occasion resulting in drunkeness, vague recollection of events, and the longest hunt for a taxi in human history. But that's another story!

Anyway, we were joined by a group of friends for one or two drinks (honest!) and even had another guest all the way from Manchester. Well really they were here for Mardi Gras but I'll claim them as my own anyway. A great night was had by all, and I managed to remember most of the night!