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Wedding bells
May. 31st, 2009 01:59 amSpent the weekend at Gran's so I could help her clean the house before her new lodger arrives, and go with my cousin to look at wedding flowers (I know it's late but the reception venue will lay on flowers there, so all she wants is buttonholes and her own bouquet.) Our family will be at the ceremony now because the couple agreed that no one wants to come in off the street to a Grant Mitchell lookalike's wedding. The bride's dress will be a lurid sundress from Monsoon, with horribly clashing colours and prints; she couldn't find a proper white wedding dress in her size and she can't afford to have one made up. After the service we'll go on to a pub frequented by the heavy-drinking newlyweds, with beer and chicken wings for all. I'm sure I will fondly remember this classy event for many years to come.
The whole family is now asking when I'm going to get married. Never, is the answer. If I live to be 30, I'll throw myself a big expensive birthday party instead. And then I can have another one ten years later for my 40th.
I did not watch the final of Britain's Got Talent. It's got nothing to do with talent at all. As someone pointed out in a newspaper column I was reading, half the acts that got through to the final were more like fairground sideshows. Who cares?
The whole family is now asking when I'm going to get married. Never, is the answer. If I live to be 30, I'll throw myself a big expensive birthday party instead. And then I can have another one ten years later for my 40th.
I did not watch the final of Britain's Got Talent. It's got nothing to do with talent at all. As someone pointed out in a newspaper column I was reading, half the acts that got through to the final were more like fairground sideshows. Who cares?
