Craig Is Gay.

An astonishing start to a Best Mans speech, quite simply left us all speechless. But I'll get to that.

A couple of weeks have passed since my last serious post, and what has happened in the meantime? Fuck all. Actually that's not quite true, I did go to the UK for whistlestop wedding, so that's just about the only thing I'm going to concentrate on today - let's just pretend than only a couple of days have passed.

Our friend Mr Grumpy was married on Saturday, and what a fantastic day it was. The weather was brilliant, lots of great people there, the bride looked wonderful and even Craig (Grump) managed to lose his black T-shirt for the day. All in all an interesting turn of events. The speeches were cool - Phut and I both got mentions for being the people who had travelled furthest to be there (although I think the US is a little further than France, so Phut wins that one).

The Best Mans speech, as Phut has mentioned, was memorable for a number of reasons, the most notable two being that the groom was lambasted as "gay" and the mother of the bride called the groom "fat". Two words you love to hear in wedding speeches. Phut also did a celebrity spot as a wedding ventriloquist:


"Gottle of Geer"

We had a horrible journey back - more down to the fact that I didn't want to leave the pub and drive all the way to France. I did, and it sucked - I finally finished work at 3.30am, 12 hours after I left my beer.

Next time I'm going to fly.