I celebrate, with a bottle of champagne, and a carry-out curry for the kids.
I have confronted many ideas in our society; not least those that say champagne should be shared, or is a romantic drink, or is better not served with a vegetable balti.
Or, indeed, could be photographed to better effect when there is not a bottle of bleach behind it on the kitchen windowsill.
No matter. Some days, it is just good to celebrate, because I feel like it.
