Once a week I go out with girlfriends. We choose bars that have great cocktails and a groovy atmosphere.

We talk over each other, we laugh, we usually drink too much, we have great fun and it’s  all about us, the world, life, love, eyelashes and whatever stuff has been going on.

We never look at the men.

So it was with great surprise when this morning I walked past last night’s bar and the owner stopped me.

‘You know,’ he said, ‘we were talking about you last night. You girls are fantastic, amazing, vibrant, beautiful. You’re just like The Calendar Girls.’

I loved the amazing vibrant bit.

BUT THE CALENDAR GIRLS!

The Calendar Girls were those brilliant women, those brilliant older women, who posed naked to raise funds, albeit with some very strategically placed teapots, cupcakes and violins.

I immediately messaged my girlfriends to tell them we are the new Calendar Girls.

We all found it hilarious, except for the older bit, but hey, we’ll just let that bit go.

We were also united in our thinking.

We’re never hanging out over tea, cake and pianos.

We have no interest in  being those kind of Calendar Girls.

We’re going to hang out in bars for as long as we can.  And we are very happy to pose naked over the bar stools.

Send us the money. We’ll do it immediately.

Just take note, we’re not covering anything!

The Calendar Girls, the movie.