Apologies for the long delay in getting back with you all, as last weekend I went to a wedding all the way up in Scotland. A good 240 miles away (as the Famous Grouse flies) from Mansfield is Gretna Green but that didn’t stop us hardy folk from battling adversity in the form of motorway hold ups, heading up for what turned out to be an absolutely fantastic weekend.
So, naturally I met a bunch of fantastic people and ended up doing many hilarious things: dance offs, not knowing how to get to the church etc, all the classic things you do at a wedding, if you’re a bit inept like me.
The best thing though was seeing two people whom I love very much having the most awesomest day since records began. I’ve honestly never seen so many happy people all in one place, when it didn’t involve a car wash and women in bikinis.
Not even the clichéd Scottish weather (rain, with a hint of rain) could dampen the enthusiasm, it was akin to what I imagine an all night rave would be like, just without the whistles and glow sticks. Anyway it was worth every penny and even the £131 bar tab I ran up wouldn’t have been better spent on anything else, even books(!)
Being a bit analytical type, I spent a lot of time people watching and wondering how it could be possible to measure the wave of optimism and down right jollyness of the big day that were cascading around. I never did solve that particular conundrum because the bacon cobs came out and that’s always a thought stopper, so answers on a postcard if you please.
Anyway as I seem to be going off on my usual digressions into the back alleys of arcane oddity and this wave of positiveness carries me into new territories of emotion that I never knew existed, I would just like to wish them both a long and happy life and that they send me plenty of invites around to their place.