My very good friend the Accidental Hipster Mum (AHM) (check out her blog by the way, it’s great and funny) and I had some fabulous nights out in our (slightly) younger days. We were both single, both had more time on our hands (even though we were working full time) and both looked forward immensely to our Saturday night shenanigans. During the week we were an optician and solicitor respectively; but come Saturday night we were wild and free.
On one of these raucous nights out we came across none other than Walford’s finest – Dean Gaffney! He was tagging along while Phil Mitchell did a meet and greet at a really bad nightclub we had a soft spot for. Gaffers was keen that we should join him at his ‘after party’ and I thought it would be hilarious to give him AHM’s phone number but my battery had died and I didn’t know her number so I asked her to give him it. She misunderstood and bloody well gave him mine! I ignored his texts but we’ve been unapologetically dining out on the story ever since. And why wouldn’t we?!
It was actually only about 4 years ago that we were painting the town red and getting into Gaffney-based scrapes but so much has changed, it feels like it was in another life.
I’ve got married, had 2 kids and stopped working and the Accidental Hipster Mum has settled down with the man of her dreams, had another baby (she already had a beautiful daughter) and started a degree course!
We are still the best of friends and text daily. We don’t get to see each other as much as we’d like but last week we made the effort to meet up because AHM’s birthday is coming up.
Did we put in our best frocks for a night on the tiles, hoping to bump into another Eastender? No. We went pottery painting.
It might seem like an odd choice but we have form. AHM is very creative and great at all things crafty, me less so but I enjoy giving it a go, so we’ve been a few times before. And the best thing about it is we have plenty of time to natter in peace and the pottery painting place provides unlimited free cups of tea. What more could you ask for?!
I’ve just read that back. Oh how my idea of a good time has changed…