Yesterday was obviously the wedding of the year. Couple of photos behind the cut. Was a jolly jape, but refer to quondam and sixtine for the full goss as I got a little bit pished.
Matt getting into the spirit of the day.
He's not with me
What a frock!
Getting to the wedding was a bit mad, but we decided to completely avoid the M6 (very sensible), but 15 minutes before Mr and Mrs yapman were due to arrive I was still leggiing it up the A441 on the 5 mile run I'd been putting off since Thursday.
Friday was ok - night at at what is apparently the last Friday-Goth-Night-Current-Incarnation-At-E
Friday was also "very important meeting" at work, about basically what is or isn't my job. It went ok - and I managed to get a slide in about International Talk Like a Pirate day (below if you care...).
Also in Oxford, at Chez Kirky, I'm part way through watching Hawk the Slayer. A classic - truly!
And now - onto next week...