... and strangely (sic) we're the same type.  I wonder how many other Worthians have similar types?


Category VI - The Strange
Attractor
Though you're not quite sure why, people are drawn
to you like moths to a flame.  You really
are too cool for words.

What Type of Social Entity are You?
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Real blog at last

It's been a month.  Exactly.  Since my last entry here, I mean.  I left it for a month, deliberately, in the hope that friends and relatives who were using it to catch up on wedding news would go away and not spot my inane dribblings and rantings.

Only, now that I come back to it, I find I have nothing to say. For now.  I've read some excellent blogs: some with personal recollections, some with made up stuff.  Once I get the hang of this html stuff I may even link to a few of them - but then, anyone reading this has probably already got most of them linked as it is.  Oh well, never mind.

I realise that this post, and all preceding it, have had absolutley nothing to do with the title of this blog, but that will change.  I promise.

Soon.

Probably.

Weekend in Glasgow

Just back from a great weekend in Glasgow. Fairly boring journey, both ways, although much worse coming home on Sunday than going up on Friday.

Friday night was great, though. Gladys and I went out with my kids and my sister to the Scotia Bar, the oldest bar in Glasgow (although some claim to be older, the Scotia has papers to prove its claim) where imeediately Andy and I started on a pint each of Belhaven Best. We settled in at a table near the band, and finished our pint, following them quickly with a bottle of Fraoch (heather ale). Fraoch is a bizarre thing - it looks like beer, but tastes like... well... nothing I've ever tasted before. Slightly sweet, not unpleasant, but I couldn't drink it all night. Fraoch has been brewed in Scotland since 2000BC, completely destroying the Belgians claims to have invented brewing beer.

The band started and what a bizarre setup. A guitarist, who was okay, who also sang (not very well - well, actually, quite badly) and played "moothy" (harmonica), a bass player, who was pretty solid, a drummer, who really wasn't, and a sax. I kind of expected a jazz set, but no... they did country'n'western stuff. Improvised sax solos on a C&W backing - weird!! But then they started playing blues, and it got pretty good (or maybe that was just teh fact that we had moved on to Tennant's Velvet by that time)

Closing time meant a trip to the "chippie" for a haggis supper and a pizza supper ("supper" in Glasgow means "with chips" and everything is fried. Everything! Including the pizza!!)

Saturday was the reason we had gone back home, for my niece's 18th birthday party. It was great to see all my family again (hadn't seen most of them since New Year, except the ones who came down for the wedding) and a good few vodkas were drunk to celebrate.

Sunday was just breakfast and an 8 hour drive home.

Grammar. How good are you?

Found this grammar quiz, lurking some way down Mpolgara's blog


You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person's existence, because
you're constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
back. If only your power could be used for good
instead of evil.


What is your grammar aptitude?
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Wedding Day

I had promised a little more detail on the wedding, so here it is.

Friday afternoon my relatives arrived at Bristol airport from Glasgow, and we all went back to my house for food and then down to the pub for a few quiet drinks. We had arranged to meet Jaymeekae at the pub, but she had had some traffic trouble and didn't get there until really late (around midnight) so we went straight to Mitch's, the Best Man, where we were staying that night. Another whisky and some beer and a brief, confusing chat, with both jaym and I using the same PC.

Saturday, poor mitch was struggling with me. He was taking his job as best man very seriously, and I was drinking coffee, playing wit the computer - anything other than showeer and dress. Eventually we got ready, and went to teh pub where we were all meeting to set off for Bath.

We got to Bath nice and early, about half an hour before the ceremony, and found a pub to wait in :)

Lovely ceremony, and back to Corsham in the nice vintage Armstrong Siddley (which had radiator trouble and was overheating, and had to stop on the way to top up the water). Since Mitch was a bit nervous about his speech, we did teh speeches before the meal. Graham stood in for Gladys' father and made a nice speech. I then made a short speech, and finally Mitch got his chance to make me look like a fool. A very good speech which was funny, and at my expense, but was never nasty. There ar a couple of photos of me as a kid that he worked in, and I will link once I get them scanned.

Cinnamon is Corsham's Premier eating establishment, and Tony and Sara had pulled out all teh stops for this. Aberdeen Angus fillet steaks or 5 spice duck (with stuffed aubergine as a non meat choice) followed by Cream Crowdie with Drambuie and wild Scottish Raspberries or lychees in rosewater jelly with chinese gooseberries, finishing with coffee and handmade fudge. This was all washed down with the wines we brought back from France a few weeks ago.

Along with coffee I had some nice cigars, so Mitch and I went outside to have a smoke. As we stepped out, around teh corner came 2 friends whom we have not seen since November 2000, when they married and moved to Florida!! So we had some more champagne, and made sure they came along in the evening.

The evening party was great fun. I had organised a band, and a bit of a special item. The band played for a while and then we cut the cake. After the cake, I joined the band to play Gladys' favourite song, Misty. She did get a bit misty, too. After running through the song, I left the stage for our first dance, and the band carried on. Jaym left then (thanks for everything), to go to Redbull's, and we carried on partying. My friends must be real gluttons for punishment, cos they made me play again later.

Great buffet, while the band packed up and the DJ set up, until our taxi arrived at 11.15 to take us to the Bath Spa Hotel for the night, and everyone else partied on until around midnight.

One final thing. I finally remembered what it was I was sure I'd forgotten. I remembered it in the car on the way in to Bath for teh ceremony. I'd forgotten the CD of music for the ceremony, but it was okay, teh Registry Office had some there.

Happily married

Well, it's done. I didn't run away, and Gladys turned up as well. Super service, super weather, great lunch and fine party in teh evening, with all our friends to share the day. For those of you who were unable to get there here's a few early release wedding photos

Just a brief sample, taken by our friends David and Christine, who flew in from Boston for the event. More to come.

Last post

as a single man... probably.

I won't get a chance to blog tomorrow (relatives arriving by plane, need to be picked up and taken home/B&B) than I'm going to be a bit busy on Saturday to blog.

I don't know when I'll get a chance to update this next, but I promise photos, or at least a link to them, as soon as possible.

I still feel like I've forgotten something, and I still can't think what it is... Hope it's not important :o