
Montpellier, France
So it's that time of year again when I get a bit depressed and bore everyone to death moaning about how I don't want to be old. But as my charming brother told me in his card, it's only 9 years until I'm 30! The 'celebrations' started early as a few of us went to the Australian the night before. At midnight I was sung 'Happy Birthday' in about three different languages and bought a 'hilarious' cocktail.
In the morning, under the pretence that 'it's my birt...