Max, sunnies and masterful drumming

My weekend was chocked full of 30th b-day parties. I randomly ended up at an old friend's party on Friday in Fulham, and Saturday was dedicated to Mr Barda's el grande party - in which he'd organised to play a gig at (Mr B's a drummer).

Sunday was spent hanging out with Max - and dressing him up in shades. Dogs in sunglasses never fail to disappoint . . .