Sunday, 29 October 2006

Race to the South

Apologies for the lack of post last week, I hadn't received the photos from Amy's phone. This week's the same, no photos but I'm trying to be more courteous about it.

On friday, I started documenting everything that happens to me and putting it into a short comic. Below are the preliminary results. Who'd have thought it takes ten times as long to record an event as it does to occur? Didn't think of that one, did you, Einstein?

The weekend was spent at the beautiful wedding of Jonny and Becky in the fabled 'South' land of Chesham. We found out many things along the way, such as taxi drivers ouside the immediate confines of London are not privvy to 'the knowledge', Spit roasted pork and pumpkin is divine (no jokes, we did them all), and no matter how happy the groom is about embarking on life with his loved one, he will miss the overwhelming complusion of single life to stagger around the dance floor with a bottle of wine to himself. Hitting on bridesmaids.


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