Friday, 12 August 2011

No Bells, But Plenty Of Gordons

You know I mention Mrs P a fair bit? Well, it's always been kinda in the 'common law' sense. See, although having first met in the last millennium, we never got round to that weddingy stuff ... until now.

So don't expect anything from this site today as I shall mostly be getting married.

At 3:30pm to be precise, in a picturesque golf club setting. OK, it's a secular affair, but I've discussed it with my official theologian and been given his blessing - in fact, a cryptic reference appeared in his article yesterday.

Looking down the guest list, I reckon the venue is going to enjoy a bar takings bonanza later, and my celebratory cigar is already tucked safely into the suit top pocket in readiness. No righteous-friendly occasion, this.

I'm just off for a decadent barber's shave with hot and cold towels in preparation, then I shall look at my online bank account and cry a little bit, before me and the boy tog up all posh, like.

Wish me luck.