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Earlier this month, my sister Olivia celebrated her 21st birthday.

This event, although naturally monumental, was made even more so by her decision to host a 1940s themed bash at the Masonic Hall in Preston, Lancashire. Although not compulsory, guests were encouraged to go ‘all out’ costume-wise, and help set the scene for what we hoped would be a night to remember.

All in all, they were a game lot and I think we truly paid homage to the 40s in style. As well as costumes, we had a Second World War based quiz (as I am sure you can imagine, Mr Churchill popped up a few times) and many sing-a-long songs (Pack Up Your Troubles, It’s a Long Way to Tipperary, Who Do You Think You Are Kidding Mr Hitler?) We were also serenaded by the melodious sounds of an air-raid siren at strategic intervals throughout the evening.

Naturally, all guests were invited by the band to partake in a wee bit of dancing, and although my waltz was horrendously poor in comparison to others, I am sure the music of Glenn Miller and Billie Holiday made a welcome change to the crowd’s usual Agadoo-related shenanigans…