I am 22
Through recent experience, I have become a firm believer in the concept of the “Birthday Weekend”, in which you draw out the anniversary of your birth over two or possibly three days, not nessecarily consecutive, with a fun mix of extensive drinking (cider), favourite foods (prawns), BBQs (sunshine), hottubs (bubbly), shopping (ukulele), talking cards (moonpig), drunken acrobatics (Mitch), free drinks (note to self: baileys and taboo literally do not mix), rowing (avoid angry swans), charity shops (offensive mugs), take aways (chicken kebab), mix tapes, toilet humour and watching Tim swat wasps with a placemat.
Marvellous.