Jamie
Three whole decades of you. Somehow.
A little toast
To Jamie, aged 30
Here's to the mate who's always game,
who loses the plot but never the flame,
who tells the same story eleven times —
and somehow still nails the punchline rhymes.
Thirty years and not an ounce grown up,
so raise a glass, and fill it up:
to dodgy nights and mornings rough,
to being exactly the right kind of daft — cheers, you legend. That's enough.
The evidence for the defence
The legendary 3am kebab, 2016. Never forgotten.
You're the only person who laughs at their own jokes harder than we do.
Still the reigning, undefeated pub-quiz music-round champion.
Exhibits A, B & C
Filed under: "how is he still allowed out?"
Happy 30th, you absolute one-off.
Now go and enjoy it — you've earned it (mostly).
Love ya, you old git— the whole gang