30 years old, about bloody time!

Saturday saw mrs. anglosaxy celebrate her 30th birthday and finally join the rest of us mature, wise 30-somethings. As she had been whining about turning 30 for some weeks, I decided to wind her up a little bit and surprise her with a few friends at a fancy restaurant. Trying to keep this secret was the hardest part, as she kept on at me for days, trying to find out if we were doing anything special.

Anyway, I settled on Space. A nice place, great service and great food, but probably a teeny bit too fancy for our crowd. And one of those places that takes a while to warm up, atmosphere-wise. But all-in-all, a great night.

OK, time for some pictures:

This first shot is me training Israelis how to use a knife and fork...



This shot is of L and E, trying to flirt with the cameraman...or the barman...or whoever was wearing trousers...



This next shot demonstrates 4 different trains of thought in one picture:
From L to R -
1. Mmmm, but don't you think Condoleezza's visit will spark a new rush of optimism?
2. He, he, he, you're so funny...
3. Hi cameraman, take my picture, I'm cute...
4. This is interesting, but where did that handsome barman go?



This last pic is of the legendary Kinky. Please note that the picture has NOT been digitally altered. Ha ha.