Good Old Saf!

And old is the operative word! On saturday my bestie mate Saf turned the ripe old age of 28 - so he's officially beaten Kurt Cobain. Thank god I got him John Lewis vouchers instead of the shotgun he asked for. Now there's a cheery thought! There was much merrymaking, drinking and singing, and a good time was had by all! Although, judging from this photo, Saf is desperately trying to pass for far younger than his years...