the wedding
a wedding, where young ed got himself married.
flash
a reception, with friends and clans of family
flash
a throat ravaging series of conversations
flash
a short–circited brain, with the bad half of the red wine still in it
foom
a garden bench, and a maldon walk, where my side became entangled in unusually unfriendly thorns
sleep
the crystal cafe? caffenated complaining
never let it be said that wedding photos are in any way formulaic. now to bed to get my head down
09 Jul 2006 16:50
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George
What a beautiful photo. I'm so sorry for putting you through that mate, I can't believe that agro rain or those little thorn bastards. Yesterday was absolutely amazing, hope my floor wasn't too uncomfortable.. I felt like death warmed up earlier but 4 sets of high quality tennis and plenty of warm drinks later things are looking a little better. Allez les bleus.
09 Jul 2006, 17:15
Aw hee haw – allez allez! I am sorry I couldn't come; the pictures look like a great time was had by all.
Plus: Rashbrooko, you are totally hot even when soggy.
09 Jul 2006, 19:15
why george, it was a tip top night indeed. i am slowly recovering from my nausee, i thought i'd got away with it until a roast dinner was placed in front of me, and my stomach began limbering up for some cartwheels. the floor was fine, though nico's feet were perilously close to my head as he slept on the office chair.
why adrienne, you make me blush my bleus away! you should know about being totally hot, as you are an absolute stunner yourself.
09 Jul 2006, 22:33
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