Every festival late night is a party, but this is our actual birthday — we’re turning 25!

Our parents are away, we’ve got the house to ourselves, and we’re having all our favourite people over.

Special guests, musical surprises, maybe you’ll snog that guy you like under the clothesline (clothesline not provided).

There’ll be mischief, mayhem, and cake. And if Virginia gets her way, she will pop out of that cake. I say, chef?? How big’s your mixing bowl?

We got a singing Viking here, with a great attitude, and absolutely no gluten or lactose allergies, so you better start mixing…