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Perhaps I have voodoo'd my own head?
We are up early today as we are heading off to Cardiff for my Cousins wedding. So, after getting a bit of chow, we are on the road by 9.30 and heading westward.
We arrive dead on time for my hair appointment at 12 at a hairdressers just outside cardiff city center which I'd booked earlier in the week and after a little faffing and a lot of painful insertion of pins into my hair we make it to the hotel at just gone 1pm, which as it turns out is just enough time to get some room service and get ready for the ceremony. And everything was going nicely to plan up till the point where Phil puts on his shirt and realises that we'd forgotten to pack his cuff links. Ooops! So Phil has a quick sprint down to the high street and visits a store which from what he describes I can only liken to the department store in "Are you being served?" - i.e very old fashioned, even down to handwritten receipts :)
Still, even with that set back we get ready in time and after a bit of milling around it's time for the big "I do", which for once wasn't terribly drawn out and long winded, just nice and succinct - a blessing when there were a number of small children in the audience who invariably have a boredom threshold of oooo about 30 seconds.
We then sit down the wedding breakfast (why it's called breakfast I don't know considering it is now about 5.30) which was your typical kind of fayre and adds to the total of 5 xmas dinners we've had this month. Of course then there were the usual speeches and the like and after all of that Phil and I pop out to get some cash and I change out of the top that has been revealing even more breast than what was served at dinner.
The evening do was good fun, with us getting rather familiar with all varieties of aftershock and inhaling a small blimps worth of helium making Phil sound a bit like Joe Pascale and just tipping me over the "beyond human hearing levels" which was amusing enough in itself.
I have to say though it was a bit of shame during the latter part of the evening when the arrival of a famous face and her famous other half seemed to turn the less gratuitous members of my family into Star Tarts - you know the types, they generally start to behave like flies around shit trying to impress etc, which IMHO is not only embarrassing for them to act like fools, but annoying for the person to which the attention is aimed at.
I think I eventually roll into bed at about 1pm, after having a good old natter with my parents and then removing the 70 hairpins that had been skewered into my head. Not an easy job when your coordination has been slightly marred by intoxicating substances.
Posted by Abi on the December 29, 2005 9:45 PM
In your highly rated opinion, is he gay? The gossip columnists seem to allude to the fact that he's queer.
Actually that's made me really annoyed, if she turns up to your wedding with her orange boyfriend and her tits out trying to get into your photos on YOUR day I'll smack her stupid face in. OK? ;-)