I don’t think this needs a new post, but whatever. Look! Isn’t that pretty? Or is it a bit; dude, what do you have on your head? I think pretty.

I will now pad this entry with a dream I had about the V.Cs!

So, last night I dreamed the revelation that Joe had been unconsciously plagiarising all his songs from the Wombats. When Residual Energies came on the radio all twangy and Scouse, Matt burst into tears of genuine hysterical grief.

Then I had a dream about punching one of Matt’s exes square in the nose, and I do not have a hard-on for ex-hate, as a rule. SUBCONSCIOUS PLEASE TRY HARDER.

FIN.

That this is day two of No Booze ’til Christmas, and I feel that you know that in the spirit (ho!) of bar (ha!) raising, I’ve had a particularly heavy weekend of it. Thank you! Nothing too much trouble!

In the spirit of a crunchy granola woman with too many cats, I’ve made a ticker about it;

… Rad.

Stay tuned for a longer entry about such pressing subjects as Why We Are Having the Wedding so Damn Far Away (why, to confuse and inconvenience, of course!)

Bec is doing the following fund raiser which is donating to Alzheimer’s Care and Research:

No Booze ’til Christmas!

Please give generously!

… I have a cold and I’m really grinding out this entry, inspiration-wise. Also I apologise, the formatting here needs an exorcism. It’s less Web 2.0 and more Web 0.3 Beta off the front of Amiga Format.

In any case, some things;

i. I (we! Matthew came too!) got engaged recently, I guess you’d like to hear about that?

So there’s a picture of me and the better third and my amusing topknot at Northcote Manor, taken specifically with the intention of replicating our last couple-in-bathroom-mirror shot, which was taken hilariously in a Travel Lodge, viz;

… I look like an ass. Anyhow, this neatly illustrates how Matthew likes to maintain that he’s taking me up in the world, and so forth. Whatever, look at my rock;

I guess that fulfils the requirements; if you’d like me to gush over how blissful everything is then you can get me drunk first.
Further items that come to mind;
ii. This laptop needs defragging, by the sound of it.
iii. I need some toast, by the sound of it.
iv. Matthew proposes a wedding list of B&Q vouchers. This is vulgar, Y/Y?
v. Check back soon for further posts re. my Inevitable Prenuptial Starvation Diet, Where We Last Found Gaffer Tape, and Why We Can’t Have David Icke Officiate.