Jays joyful life of MOAN!NG

16th birthday.

So the years passed and I matured a bit, and yes, only a bit, but yeah I matured a bit from being a typical whiny teen, and at this point I was ready to hit the big -one, six! Having left school with a higher grade Spanish than my own language English I'd prepared to start the real northern life.....and no you idiot, not work and maturity.......The REAL northern teen life, a good old drink for turning sixteen. So I got the mates round to the house, pelted the music up loud, and slowly forgot about the distant background, meaningless neighbours. And up it went, off it kicked, the party was official.

I wanted a real birthday, cause you do get absolutely sick of tradition, see I wanted drink, not a cake, see what's the point in wasting a few candles to burn down for thirty seconds whilst the song happy birthday rings out, from a bunch of family members that can barely sing it in tune...nope, pass the cider please mate!

Thought I was great that night, thought I was a pro, thought I was all about that thug life- that I'd wake up tomorrow feeling great and laughing about it, but ohhhhh no, instead I woke up the next day on a bed made out of the cans I'd drank, and I would've loved to talk about the night before if I could frigging remember!
Instead it resulted in holding Emma's head in a bush as she spewed up last night's dizzy juice, then I started reaching at her being sick, and that was the first time I said.... "I'm never drinking again! ".