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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Back in Morocco again - seven flights taken and only one more to go. After that I've had it with planes for a bit. Whilst it is fascinating to fly above a lightening storm it's also piss-your-pants scary. You can convince yourself all you want that lightening doesn't strike up, and how pretty it is too watch - but it's hard to forget you're flying around in a giant metal tin that's just begging for a bit of electrical groping.
The wedding was utterly fabulous (note: to be said faaaaabulous) - my sister was a grand princess (only managing to trip on her faaabulous ballgown the one time - unfortunately I missed her go arse over tit; shame - I could've giggled over that for years) and she looked half her age and utterly stunning. She wore this dress (which I can now reveal since Billy Zane has already seen her in it):
I can assure you this dress looks ten times better also on a lovely curvy figure with heaving bosooms (note: pronounce "bazoooooms") than it does on that stick figure model.
All the bridesmaid of course looked just lovely in wine dresses which probably laid too much emphasis on my boobs, since various family members kept commenting on them. I forget they haven't ever seen me stumbling out of pubs/parties with my cleavage hanging out. Mere seconds after the end of the wedding service my granddad toddled over and asked me if I'd put on weight. Bless him, he meant it in a nice way - but I was tempted to smack him one with my bouquet. Poor Chees'm was also asked a number of times by my grandparents whether I'd put on weight - putting him in the awkward position of disagreeing with my grandparents, or agreeing and it somehow getting back to me (which let's face it - it so would).
Momo spent the morning channelling a drill sargeant and once or twice looked like she was about to start spewing swear words Exorcist style, but once the bride was at the church on time she was human again - with a hat the size of Belgium she looked utterly fabulous (yes, faaaaaabulous) and quite frankly looked like the Queen. Lady of the manor certainly. Popo stayed out of the way for the morning (wise decision) and no doubt was nervous for his upcoming Father of the Bride speech - which of course was faabulous. We're talking legendary stuff here. I had a very nervous Best Man sat next to me during the meal - worried about the pressure of being funny. He commented that Father of the Bride was normally the emotional serious speech. I commented that he'd obviously never met my father. Not that the speech wasn't emotional - Popo said some very lovely and very hilarious things and had the place in stitches, and even finished with a magic trick. (If you know him, you know why). By the end the Best Man had his head in his hands and was muttering "It couldn't be worse". Popo had raised expectations. As it happens the Best Man's speech was very (if unintentionally) funny - I heard someone describe it as being on a knife edge the whole way through. Though I rather liked the bit where he read some quotes about Billy Zane from his mates: "[Billy] has a habit of falling asleep on bogs...... and he's shit at football"
Anyway - a lovely evening followed, and apart from a few drunken knobs causing some problems it was a great day - even if Cheesm did spend half of it asleep. First time in years I've actually seen the boy poorly (temperature and everything) - maybe the whole event just scared the crap out of him. And yes - we did get THAT question a number of times over the day. Actually, I had less questions and more solid statements of "You'll Be Next!" - less of a query and more of a threat, I'd say. As always with these events there were a whole number of people I wanted to catch up with but only managed maybe ten minutes with them before having to rush off to do something else. Ah well - there's always Christmas!
9:36 am
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