Whassssup! Yes, I'm back, fresh from the year 2000. I come bearing retro gifts such as Big Brother, the dawn of Digital TV ("Monkey; we need more Tele") and Economic Growth (whisper that bit, if you're reading out loud).
Seriously, I was fresh at about 2000, but now it's 2200 and I'm 3 beers in, so what happens next is anyone's guess. All I've got left is the super-strong cider that Marg gave me for Christmas, so if this post goes on long enough then the typing might get rather less professional than the current flowing pitter-patter.
So the world continues to turn, a fact that I think people seem to overlook from time to time. There are some bad things: Gaza, Celebrity Big Brother and the Credit Crunch is now extra Crunchy. There are some middling things: Kaka to Man City (he's a great player and I'm pleased he might be coming to England, but it's all about money), George Bush (STILL President, but only for a couple more days) and this Post (started decidedly middling, if you ask me). But there are also some good things: Last.fm (I've been sitting in silence for the past 2 hours before I remembered that with the internet I can listen to any sort of music I want to: Indie Disco = Nice), the Sales (I got a really nice new jacket for £-3. Now that's amazing), and I'm engaged.
I should probably say we're engaged, but as Julie is clearly out (otherwise why I am half-cut on the computer?) the first person is appropriate here. Anyway, I popped the question whilst in New York in early December. We had the greatest, coldest weekend sprinting around NYC before I stooped to bended knee on the final evening. She said yes, and so we returned to the UK with an awful lot of people to see and a wedding to arrange.
Wedding arrangements are coming together surprisingly easy. We timed it well. Sorry, I should say I timed it well... as we had the Christmas break to start looking at venues. We looked at the great and the small and have settled for a little place someway between the two extremes. More of that to follow in another post. Suffice to say the name is especially appropriate...
We've also seen the Vicar. He didn't seem phased by my Catholicism. In fact, he suggested we consider mixing in a bit of Mass into the service. I promised to discuss the matter (or should I say Mass-er?) with my Mum, who gave the true Catholic response that a Mass would just delay the drinking and she'd say a prayer for us that morning instead.
The photo which has slapped itself into the top left-hand corner of this post is from New York. Something bizarre happened while we were at the Rockerfeller Centre. Every picture taken there is brilliant; we both suddenly became photogenic. No idea why. Maybe our features react well to the light from ice.
Anyway, time is up. My beer has run out, last.fm is now playing something called 3D Sex Show by Shitdisco and Julie is back (a good thing, but talking is disrupting my flow). So, I'm off.
T'raa
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