Pray for me

Please God let THIS weather forecast be right for Saturday!!!

I don't care if you're not religious just please think good thoughts.

Today I am mostly being blogging

But I really don't have anything to say aside from wedding related things and I am not going to bore myself by trawling through my preparations here. It's busytime, suffice to say, and leave it at that.

Tonight, I am back to my old tricks of DIY and I have to paint my old bedroom for my Dad, who wants to put the house on the market while we're away on honeymoon. I did promise to do this for him but time has crept up on me and now with only 5 days to go before W-Day i find I have to get this finished. I was around there all yesterday day and evening, apart from a brief visit to some old rellies to pick up a wedding gift.

All my wedding ebay purchases have arrived and are lovely. And I have been spending all my birthday money on lovely new clothes for the honeymoon. And I have a REALLY clicky shoulder that is aching. Quite badly.

Molly is fine, am not looking forward to putting her in kennels, I will feel very guilty about it but it is the only option unfortunately

And People start arriving tomorrow, with Catherine & Damian, plus Suzi & Simon which is making it all seem quite very real and scary. But at the same time lovely to see them all.

I've been on the sunbed again, but I don't look brown at all. Am going to resort to the Johnsons holiday skin as a back up measure.

5 days and counting, that's right guys.

Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh

So much going on, wedding - flowers - visitors - work - honeymoon - wedding - balloons - place cards - wedding - flowers - work - presents - wedding

I swear I am going around in circles. I've been feeling indigestionie today, didn't eat until 2m then wolfed down a big tuna salad which is now repeating on me terribly. But! Bought v sexy summer dress and shoes, plus denim shorts and a white top in my lunch hour. Serious honeymoon shopping going on you see. Trying to semi starve my body to look unbloated and pretty in the dress but don't seem to be shifting much weight. Bugger.

The confetti arrived today, which I have to put into little paper cones and tie up with ribbons. I had a crack at writing the place cards last night but my handwriting isn't that special, they look like they've been written by a child. Its the silver pen alright!!! Its hard to write with it!!! Probably should have practised a bit first. Maybe.

Had dinner with Shirley & John last night and made a lovely pudding (assembled more like) of meringue nests, then dropped them back at the questionable hotel they're staying at. Its a bit rough bless em.

Went and fried my poor body in the tanning booth yesterday lunchtime in final bid to look tanned and lovely on the wedding day. Have booked another sesh next week but might also go again this weekend. I KNOW its really bad for me but it's only cos I'm getting married. I've also booked to get my nails done the day before and I'm having a hair trial tomorrow afternoon.

Spoke to Leni for ages on the phone last night and am SO SO excited she's coming. Seriously need to get hold of loads of bedding so she has somewhere to sleep while she's over...

Am over the panic stage and into final melt down hilarity where it JUST DOESN'T MATTER if it gets fucked up. The weather looks shitty this weekend I am just praying it cheers up for the next one but even if its torrential rain it will be funny.

And I love him...

I had to copy and paste this story from this weeks b3ta, it had me in tears...

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You either love him or hate him...

Yes, I have been in a band but never really had any truly “Rock and Roll” experiences (apart from a Derek Smalls incident at Nice airport…). However, I will relate the experiences of one of my best mates who for a while was in one of the few rock bands on the small island that we call Jersey.

Now this was back in the 80s and Ade and his band had been booked to play a small pub in one of the numerous fishing villages in the area. They turned up early in the afternoon to perform a sound check then sat down to do what all good rock bands do before performing i.e. get royally ratted.

However, before they could start, the door to the pub banged open and in walked a large, burly man who immediately yelled at the landlord, “Turn that fucking jukebox off! You don’t need that anymore! I’m here! I’m all the entertainment you need!” Yes, it was the man. The legend. It was Oliver Reed.

Ollie, already clearly a little sozzled, found out that there was going to be a rock band playing and insisted on buying them a drink. He’s shown to their table where he proceeds to buy then a round. “So you’re the band are you!? What kind of fucking shit are you going to be playing for us then!?”

After the first round, he gets the second. And the third. And the forth. In fact, he gets every single round of the afternoon. No-one could match him. He would have drunk his pint while the band were barely starting theirs. If anyone dared to get up to get the next round he would shout at them, “Put that fucking wallet away you fucking cock! You’re too fucking slow! I’ll get them in!”And true to his word, he did, every single time.

By the time the band came to play, they were absolutely paralytic. Ollie though, was barely affected, still knocking back the pints without them even touching the sides. Before the band went on though, Ollie had to wave goodbye. “Sorry I can’t stick around to see you play boys, I’ve got to fly to London to be on some fucking talk show!” And with that, he left, leaving Ade and his band to fuddle their way through their set barely able to see straight.

So midnight comes and the band stagger off back to one of their homes where they crash out with more beer and food. As they are popping them open, one of them turns on the telly.“Come here! Now! Come here! It’s him!” he shouts, prompting everyone to crowd around the TV which appears to be showing some late night discussion program. And sure enough, there he is, wearing exactly the same clothes as he had on in the pub. There’s Ollie, late night on Channel 4, clearly pissed out of his gourd. They had turned the telly on just in time to see him turn to the resident po-faced feminist and say, “Frankly dear, what you need is a big hard COCK!” A turn of events that would see him barred from telly for several years. Some of you may even remember it if you’re old enough. So here’s to Oliver Reed, far more Rock and Roll than most of us could ever wish to be. Peace.

My friends Katie's photo...

My little mate Katie is so cool. She went to some sci fi convention and took loads of pictures of Corey Haim (like me, she loves the Lost Boys!) from a distance, you can spot him in the black cut off T short in this picture. By the way he seems to have got a bit fat and spotty since the 80's.

But what is painfully cool is that the poster in this left of this picture shows that Alan Tudyk was also there (see the big queue of people on the left), he's the pilot from Firefly/Serenity. Which I love! I don't Katie would have known who he is though which sucks. What a missed opportunity. See, you have to be a real sci fi nerd like me & Rachel to know these things...

Katie's doing a masters in photo journalism and so far this year has sent me photos of Keanu Reeves, Sandra Bullock and Cameron Diaz, all close up. And she's really little so I have no idea how she fights through the paps to get up close. She probably runs in between all their legs or something.

PS had a fantastically lazy weekend where I did NO wedding stuff, just had my hair done and relaxed in the garden. Rachel came round last night and I popped round my Dads during the day to use the jacuzzi and eat his food but apart from that just slept, ate and sunbathed. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.