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It was only the other day when a bird pooed in my hair and I didn’t notice until a stranger on the bus offered to pick it out with a tissue (thank you stranger) that I realised life in my twenties isn’t as glamorous as I imagined it would be.

To add to the chaos, I recently turned 26 which (apparently) means I’m no longer officially a young person.So now I’m just a personwho listens to Craig David’s ‘7 Days’ on full blast whilst swanning around Manchester with bird shit in my hair.

To celebrate the depressing occasion of turning another year older (and being no longer eligible for a young person’s railcard) I decided to spend the day eating fuck loads of cake.

The Veruca Salt in me always makes an appearance when Birthday cake comes out, so good luck to anyone who wants a slice!