I interrupt our Fizzmas posts to say Happy Birthday to my darling G-Boo!
I met Gwen when I moved back to Liverpool. She ignored my presence at first, then chucked red wine over me and we’ve been friends ever since. When I refer to the wife, I’m talking about Boo.
Like all the best people she is complex and wonderous. I’ve said before that they should bottle her personality and sell it as a tonic. She’s is completely herself. She accepts who she is, who everyone else is and gets on with the business of being majestic. She is my cheerleader, my sense check against my own bullshit, guardian of my boundaries and provider of the best boob and bum squeezes.
The monkeys sing songs in her honour. She is responsible for me meeting the beloved. She is family. She is awesome. Please send her birthday love.