Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Weddings are brilliant

I don't know about you, but I'm currently very much of the opinion that weddings are brilliant. Not only did Anders & me recently attend the very beautiful and wonderful wedding of our good friends Anna Ray & John, but we also celebrated our first wedding anniversary. Yay! Go us!

Anders got to DJ at the wedding and played some brilliant tunes to a room full of people high on wine & ceilidh dancing. The highlight for me wasn't Brass In Pocket (despite the fact that I drunkenly demanded it at an inopportune moment) it was the final tune of the night... We could've been anything that we wanted to be from Bugsy Malone. An inspired choice Anders, well done! I loved seeing the bride & groom dancing 20s-style with lots of happy friends & family - a golden moment. It also turned out that Anna Ray (like me) used to watch that film every day when she was little and knew all the words, so she loved it! What a great film it is too.

Anyway, here's a pic of us living it up at the wedding in beautiful Ross on Wye:

We also stayed in a lush cottage, got to hang out with lots of our wonderful friends who live in London and who we don't see very often AND we got to go canoeing in the rain. Magic.

Last weekend me n And popped up to Masham, which was where we got married last year. The Yorkshire Dales are brilliant. If you haven't been I'd recommend it. You can now get goat's cheese and probably even felafel, but that's all surface gloss, underneath it hasn't changed in 50 years. We went to the oldest sweetshop in Britain at Pateley Bridge and I reminisced about happy times there in my childhood. It's a lovely part of the country and very well stocked with tea & cake, if you like that sort of thing. We also discovered a mutual love of darts. Yep, me and Anders were living the high life on our anniversary! The only thing that was a bit weird was that I chose to take a book with me which turned out to be about a vaguely sinister boy living on the Yorkshire Moors (God's Own Country by Ross Raisin) which lent the whole weekend a slight air of menace somehow! This is it, I'd recommend it unless you're going to stay on the Moors for a romantic first anniversary weekend:

So, last night it was Anders' 32nd birthday (yes Anders, 32... not 31) and we met lots of dear friends in our local. I've been living practically next door to this pub for nearly 1 year and yet I haven't been in since before the smoking ban. That's bad isn't it? Anyway, we had a major darts tournament involving a game called "Killer" which is AMAZING and lots of darts bouncing off and hitting the floor. We were PRO. I nearly won apart from Bones had brought a ringer in and so Simon walked off with the glory. Still, at least I didn't go out first like Tom Whalley. SHAME!

I'll leave off this ramble now, hope you have a good week,


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