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Birthday Celebrations – The Romaniacs are one year old!

Happy birthday to us, Happy birthday to us, Happy birthday Dear Romaniacs, Happy birthday to us!

Ok, Ok, so I’m two days early. But who says we can’t start the celebrations a little early. Here at Romaniac HQ, we’ve been celebrating all weekend and we plan for it to continue all week, too. So why not come and join us for a celebratory glass of champers and a slice of cake and let’s get this party started!

A year ago, on February 13th 2012, we launched our blog to the writing world. When we decided to do this, we had no idea how we would be perceived. Would people like us? Would people bother to read what we have to say?

Would people think we’re nuts?

But the response has been truly amazing. People did like us. People were logging in and reading and sharing our posts. And most importantly people do realise that yes, we are a bit nuts! But that’s OK, because we never claimed to be anything but.

The sheer amount of support and encouragement we have received, both as a group and individuals, over the last year has surpassed anything we ever could have imagined. We always knew that the writing industry was a supportive, positive community, but I don’t think anything could have prepared us for what lay ahead.

So in the spirit of birthday celebrations, we got talking about some of our favourite – and worst – celebrations growing up. They weren’t all necessarily birthday celebrations and some needed censoring so much, we felt best to keep those in the archive folders!

However, I’ll start the ball rolling. My worst birthday party memory wasn’t actually for mine, but for my older sisters. There is five years between us and I was but a nipper at the time and she had all her friends over for a party. In our garden we had a huge shed – we lived in a flat and it was the communal shed so you can imagine how big it was – and she and her friends were playing chase. I wanted to play. I ventured into the garden and saw them all running rings around said shed. Stupidly, to catch up, I ran around the shed but in the OPPOSITE direction to around 15 children. You can see how this story ends, can’t you? Yep, I spent the rest of the party upstairs, on the sofa with a bruised and battered face. It wasn’t a good party for me.

On the flip side, my best party – so far I hasten to add, I’m planning on having many more! – was for my 21st. It wasn’t a big ‘do’ but I had only just had my daughter and I had been dieting and training for months and months in preparation for my 21st and I lost 2 stone and got into the size 8 dress I had bought. I felt great. Some of mine and my husband’s friends came back to our house after the club shut (mine and my husband’s birthdays are 3 days apart so we always have joint celebrations) and we carried on partying until the morning. It was a brilliant night.

We would love to hear your best and worst party experiences. I’ll leave you with some messages from the girls about theirs. Here’s to another fantastic year. Cheers!

Lucie x

Celia: Crikey, Lucie; you’ve said it all! Huge thanks to everyone who has visited our blog over the last year and given us your witty, supportive comments. Now, parties…

My worst one has got to be a Halloween do when I was about nine. I was a Brownie at the time, and we were all invited to our Sixer’s birthday. I only had a hazy idea about Halloween up to that point – I knew witches came into it somewhere, but as the world’s wimpiest child, I had never got up to speed on how people celebrated it. The mum in charge of the party had some great ideas. She had blacked out an entire room and hung it with fake cobwebs, rattling bones etc, there was an atmospheric ghostly soundtrack and we were blindfolded and led through one at a time, touching and listening to various things which got scarier and scarier. The finale was having our hand plunged into a bowl of sheep’s eyeballs. I’ve never felt the same about a peeled grape since that day.

The best wasn’t a birthday, it was my second wedding in 2008 (I’ve only had the two, in case that makes me sound like a female Bluebeard.). We decided to just have the best bits of a wedding, i.e.massive amounts of home-made cake, no speeches, no official photo session where the guests are starving and everyone loses the will to live, a small, warm venue so it would be cosy (it was a frosty night on December 29th) the most delicious food we could order and a late afternoon wedding so we could go straight into the serious eating and champagne quaffing. It was magical. I think I might have been quite, quite drunk.

Vanessa: Well, my best is easy – on my 29h birthday, Tim, my boyfriend at the time, took me to Cornwall for the weekend. We tried to stay in a beautiful old pub in Mousehole, right on the quay, with beams and a roaring fire … but it was full, so we ended up in an odd B&B that smelled of kippers. We tried to have dinner at one of the quay front pubs or restaurants but they were all full, so we ended up eating fish in a strange bright blue sauce at a cold restaurant where we were the only customers. Then, as we walked along the seafront, Tim proposed and it became the best birthday ever – kippers, blue sauce and all.

The worst is more difficult… because I love birthdays, always have. I always take the day off work and have a totally indulgent day. I think my worst birthday was my saddest – the last I got to celebrate with my best friend Suzanne. She’d been ill for a long time, but I’d been in denial, waiting for a miracle cure. That night was the night I finally accepted the truth and the last time we got to go out before she died.

Sue : I’ve never in my life had a birthday party … cue violins and sad music 😦 Never had a party as a child and never as an adult but that’s okay, as to be honest, I wouldn’t find being the centre of attention any fun at all. I much prefer going to other people’s parties, so much more relaxing and enjoyable. I’ve had quite a few family birthdays this year and they all have been great fun.

dancingOn the flip side, I have been to a few which haven’t been quite so successful. My friend’s 21st springs immediately to mind. All had been going well until late into the evening, after much drinking and merriment, my brother (Nick) and I hit the dance floor – that was our first mistake. The second came quite quickly after the first, Nick and I decided we could jive and were doing reasonably well, holding hands we were swinging each other backwards and forwards across in a kind of jive/barn dance sort of way. Mistake number 3 was the speed at which we attempted this with rather sweaty hands. I guess I must have been stronger than I thought. Sensing Nick was waning, I gave a particularly sudden and fast yank on his hand which, together with increased momentum, sent him whizzing past me in a blur of legs and arms, Frank Spencer style. I could only watch in horror as he went crashing into the disco lights; the scene reminiscent of a Jean Michel Jarre light and laser display.  It was certainly a party to remember, probably for all the wrong reasons.

Jan: I’ve been to many great parties over the years but one that evokes such fond memories for me is the surprise party my sisters and I organised (along with several much appreciated volunteers) as part of Mum and Dad’s 30th wedding anniversary celebrations. My younger sister and I were still living at home which, of course, made things a lot easier to manage. On the big night, my older sister and her husband, acting as decoys, took them out for a meal. As soon as their car rounded the corner of our road, me, sis and various friends & neighbours swung into action, fetching and carrying all the booze which had been stashed in a neighbour’s garage, blowing up balloons, wheeling in the cake and making sandwiches. Our aunty Heather was on bread buttering duty whilst the rest of us washed, sliced and diced all the fillers. We had to make sure the steady stream of guests arriving had parked out of sight so Mum’s eagle eye didn’t spot any familiar cars on their return. It really was like the proverbial military operation and a great success. It still makes us laugh remembering Mum’s utter disbelief at not cottoning on to our scheming. 🙂

As for the worst party, well a front-runner would have to be one I attended with a friend in my late teens. The phrase ‘One man and his Dog’ sprung to mind as we walked into the venue, there were so few guests. Add to that, strip lighting, warm wine, a Tarzan -o-gram for the host and the DJ’s decks blowing up halfway through the evening, and you get the picture. Cue stampede (or should I say, trickle) to the pub round the corner!

Laura: My tale is simple and short. My most and least favourite celebration was my last birthday, March 2012. Everything at home was perfect. I received surprise gifts, which were truly wonderful, cardsIMG_1043 and messages from many friends, and short-list notification of the first Choc Lit short story competition. Ahead was the prospect of a great summer, out and about with my family, including my mother who, the day before, had endured a difficult, but at that point, successful operation.
Why the mixed feelings? It was the last birthday I shared with my lovely mum.

Catherine: Worst? Well, you did ask. It was the winter of 2002. I was 21 and about to enjoy my first Physiotherapy Department Christmas Party. The day before I’d completed a junior rotation in care of the elderly and I was ready to let my hair down. Dinner started with a lovely Minestrone Soup. Only it didn’t seem so lovely. In fact, I was feeling decidedly queasy. It didn’t take me long to realise why I was feeling so ill. No, it wasn’t the soup. It was the dreaded norovirus. A nice leaving gift from my rotation. I was chucking up before the main course arrived and managed to get safely home before performing the party trick that involves a toilet and a bowl. So not the evening I’d had in mind.

The best? I’m going to be greedy and pick 3! My Nan and Grandad’s Ruby, Golden and Diamond anniversary parties. I was 8 at the first party. It was in a church hall with lots of family and friends and I got roped in waitressing duties with my cousins. I remember talking about the next party when I’d be 18 and being very excited about it. And before you know it, you’re 18 and at the next party!

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15 thoughts on “Birthday Celebrations – The Romaniacs are one year old!

  1. Happy birthday to all the Romaniacs. Is it really only just a year since you started blogging, it seems much longer. And I mean that in the nicest way possible. I look fwd to your blog posts arriving in my in box and although I don’t comment every time that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy them. I know I am acquainted with all of you through the RNA, but if I wasn’t I would feel that I knew you really well via your posts. My worse birthday party was when I was a child and didn’t get the doll I was longing for. Cue massive strop, a slap on the back of the legs and being sent to bed to think about how ungrateful I was. [still thinking that one through. lol] I’ve had so many great parties its hard to remember any one in particular. Because my birthday falls in March, nine times out of ten I’ve got a lurgy of some description which puts a damper on the whole thing. Any way, back to you gals – here’s to another fabby year. Looking fwd to seeing some of you at the Ronas, if not the summer party.

    • Hi Lizzie, Thank you for your warm wishes and regular visits. I remember doing something very similar when I was young all because I was wanting the long shaped leaving present not the one I got!

      Catherine x

    • Thank you, Phillipa. We need something warming to get us going. Hot Chocolate with a shot of Baileys maybe?

      Catherine x

  2. Happy Birthday and congratulations, I can’t beleive where the year has gone, but how fantastic that you are such a force to be reckoned with. Cheers to you all and may you be celebrating many more years to come. Big hugs from me! xxxx

  3. Happy Birthday to all you lovely Romaniacs! I have really enjoyed following your posts and you this past few year and look forward to many, many more to come (posts, and years). Rock on!

    Worst birthday party ~ when I ended up in bed with a temperature of 39.8 celsius all day (that’s in recent years). Best birthday party ~ there were many, but my 30th stands out (we hired a pizza restaurant and three of us clubbed together, all turning 30, and we had something like 100 people, it was awesome); and a birthday two years ago when it actually snowed on my birthday and I just simply had the most perfect day imaginable. XX

    • Rock music, that’s what we need. Thanks for sharing your best and worse, Nicky. Being ill for a party is the worst!

      Catherine x

  4. Happy birthday ladies and congratulations! I do pop in when I can and love hearing your news and views.

    Ali B

    • Thank you, Ali, for supporting the blog. You get an extra big piece of cake as a result.

      Catherine x

  5. When I was a child I had a birthday party, but what my mum didn’t know, was that I invited more people when I went to school, so instead of around the 8 she was expecting, about 20 turned up. She’s never let me forget it.

    Happy birthday, and many more – it’s a brilliant site, and you’re all very special ladies. xx

    • Oops! At least it wasn’t a facebook invite! Lovely to see you today, Liv and thank you for your support.

      Catherine x

  6. Happy Happy Happy Birthday, girls! And I had no doubt you’d be a hit – how could you not be? So pleased for you – and so proud to know you 🙂
    My best birthday – my 30th which was spent in South Africa. It was before the kids came along and we actually managed holidays LOL. I’m veggie and not only did I enjoy the best meal in my life – but the best wine, too. A different glass with, and to complement, each of the six courses. And champagne to start and finish. The whole thing only set us back £65 for us both – which included a whopping great tip because, as you can imagine, we were rather care free by the end of it!
    My worst – not my own – but my hubs’ 40th! He didn’t take turning 40 well and was a complete barrel of laughs for weeks. Thank God he got over it!
    Congratulations again! Sxxx (eek – too many kisses? Am going to have to refer back to the notes I made :))

  7. Happy birthday, Romaniacs! I’m looking forward to another year of entertaining posts. Hope you have a great celebration and eat and drink yourselves sick! (oh no, I don’t mean literally. That’s more my speciality 🙂 ) Have fun!

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