Wedding Adventure

****This was meant to go out on Monday 24th of October****

Dear George,

Forgive me my friend for i have not looked at your blog for a while.  I do hope this letter finds you well.  You in Thailand right?  Once again i sit here writing to you, green with envy.  So lets get the preamble out of the way and i'll tell you about life over here...  The weather has remained glorious.  the sun has been shinny and bright almost everyday.  It's not as warm as it was but my winter coat hasn't been pulled out of the wardrobe just yet.  Right now it's 13*C outside and a wee bit cloudy.  The trains haven't been too bad recently, no massive delays to report although i've not left for work yet.  I guess the biggest news in the world at the moment, which you may already know about, is the death of yet another dictator, Col. Gaddafi.  There have been some quite grim pictures in the papers of his dead body.  Luckily for the UK it has not effect the price of a first class stamp, they are still 46p.

I'm not as young as i use to be mate. I had a painful reminder of this notion at the weekend when i went to a wedding that had an open bar... The day went something like this:

* Up at 9am to iron my clothes eat breaky and taxi to the meeting point.

*11:30am board the coaches for the church

*12:50pm arrive at church, pop into near by pub for a swift pint

*1:30pm start of wedding... bride isn't here

*2pm bride arrives, church is lovely, she looks lovely, services is lovely...then back on coaches to the reception

*3:30-4pm champagne reception... i must have had 3-4 glasses of champagne.

*5pm dinner.  Bangers and mash.  More champagne, red wine and 3 bottles of London pride.

*Erm.. 6ish... Cake!

*Some where between 7pm and 9pm bottle(s) of Peroni and a hog roast

*...it was night time...erm...10pm maybe(?)... Peroni has run out so we turn to bottles of becks and the word "shots" is thrown out as an idea.  I dance my ass off.

*1am... i'm on the coach home...how, i don't know.  How i got from the coach into a taxi then to bed is still a mystery... i have a beer in my hand.

*Sunday... i wish for death.  In the brief moments i'm awake i visit the toilet and get to witness the volume of fluid inside my body wishing to escape...

*Sunday 4pm.. i wish for the days i could drink my body weight in booze every other day and still skip to college

*Sunday 6:30pm eat dinner (chili) and feel so much better. I vow never to drink again

*Sunday 9pm "fancy a beer?", "go on then"...starting to feel like me again...

All in all a great weekend.

Take care buddy,
Yours,
Little Dave