There comes a time in your life when you have to give your dau- er, I mean, friend away. So, in honour of this momentous occasion, I have decided to ramble about some random stuff.
Our dear friend Karen (Threeoranges) is getting married on Saturday, in case you don't know. *sniff* I love weddings, and I really wish I could be attending this one, but Maths, Biology and Ancient History are keeping me from doing so, so I must be content to write this ramble in honour of the occasion. However, I will most certainly be there in spirit, if not in physical form (I'm the one up the back of the church with the Ian look-a-like on her arm, in case you're wondering).
What else to say....I hope that you're really happy with Gumby, take lots of photos and send them my way so I can finally see what you look like, and enjoy your honeymoon.
Now, for those of us familiar with REG's version of The Scarlet Pimpernel, you'll remember this poem (Sevvie, if you can find the second video, the scene in which this is recited is one of the funniest).
Marriage, by Sir Percival Blakeney
Marriage is a candle, set on a sill on a warm summer night,
Inviting insects of the air, to singe their pretty little winglets there.
Outside, they butt their heads on the pane,
Inside they butt them to get out again!
A toast, to these turtle-doves, these lovebirds. Ladies and gentlemen, all happiness to Karen and Gumby.