Hello! I apologize if this post is a little strange. It hasn't stopped raining here for two days and I used that time to watch Requiem for a Dream, I think I'm cracking up.
Some guys look amazing in suits (Chris Powell), some guys do not. Some guys look like a teenager that is wearing his Dad's clothes to a job interview at a supermarket. I am in that third category. Last weekend provided the chance to dust down the suit as my cousin got married. As ever we left three days early to ensure we weren't late. We were so early we went to the pub and got some very strange looks, suits and dresses are not the usual attire on a Saturday afternoon in a pub in Enfield. Cheryl looked absoultely beautiful and the whole day went perfectly. The most nervous person was actually the Priest who looked terrified. It turned out it was his first ever wedding servive, he did a sterling job. The reception was a great chance to see the family. We aren't one of those live next door families so any chance to see everyone and catch up is always welcome. It was great to bond with the family over the universal and fierce hatred of the song 'Swagger Jagger' or as my Dad describes it "that noise". Congratulations Cheryl best of luck.
Weddings and talk of weddings seem to be rife at the minute. For the first time in ages, loads of us were in Kent, AT THE SAME TIME. It's the first time in a long time that I can remember Matt and Pat being in the same room. They managed to hide their bitter loathing of each other. They also brought their lovely lady friends. Matt likes his lady friend so much that he asked her to marry him, and the wedding talk has started. There is talk of the day, there was more confusion over the date (which is set) than you would expect, clothes and how one of us will probably do something stupid that will be on You Have Been Framed within weeks. I for one am giddy with excitment. It was fantastic to see friends and I'm happy to say I made two new friends in the process. For some reason two young children, you were bored out of their minds, chose to befriend me. The boy was wearing a plastic police hat and declared I was under arrest. He then rightly decided that Hannah was a far more suitable candidate for some pretty serious jail time. There is a picture on facebook of me rocking the police helmet. It was more Hot Cop Stripper than rough law man, but still I could see crime trembling.
Other than that I have actually done some Spanish, went to Charlton and listened to Dad moan through another England game. Some things will never ever change.
love love love x
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