Your Thirties, The Eighties and lots of Hairspray

It is my husbands birthday today. And he is thirty. Although, as I am repetedly told, he only looks 28.

In my experience, once everyone hits thirty they all tell each other they look 28. 28 is apparently the optimum age.

Still with your feet firmly in your twenties...but able to peer over into the 30's.

We are organising.... sorry. I am organising a big party for him in September which involves lots of hairspray, lycra, loud guitar solos and cheddar cheese.

Yes... we are heading back to the 1980's.

With an array of brilliant musicians (myself included of course), we have managed to put together the most incredibly amazing set list.

And we had our first rehearsal on Sunday...and by golly gosh we are going to rock. I always knew that my lovely band were amazingly talented...but give them a CD of 80's cheese and they BLOW your mind.

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With the addition of Rob on keys and Leon belting out the blokey tunes (plus a couple of other special guests), this band is worthy of an almighty name. Which we havent thought of yet.

I'm so very excited about it all. So excited that I spent a bit of time photoshopping my husbands face onto these little 80's figures. It suits him!

Are you coming?