With imperfect comic timing my (very very soon to
be) brother-in-law has closed the door on our – my brother an myself’s -
bedroom. Slamming the thing on our two, perfectly laid out – and hung kilt /
shirt brand new freshly dry cleaned combo. Now three times, and again. Fourth
time lucky, although it took a nudge in the direction from a very sleepy and
slightly less than sober I; “put them on the
floor”.Well, tonight turned out odd,
my brother and I were left with the groom and where his best-man was I don’t
know. We have failed this far (3am) to get him to bed… shit the lights just
went off – could this mean!

Okay, so it’s 3:22… welcome to the prenuptial
blog. Where I have this update on the sleeplessness fiasco – the groom is pissed
- sorry no easy way or pleasant euphamism – he’s slowly wonderfing from room to
room, looking for inspiration, a little something to preocupy his neary
slave-state mind. Poor sod I think he’s opening the front door now. and he did
mention he had ot go to focu that’s him at the door now- just checking wether
I’m okay “chilling” he says. Shit -
update! it’s 3:26… i think he’s attempting to close his bedroom door, not much
luck as it’s never closed before – and – ah. well no it’s hailing (heavy snow)
outside. Still in the room next door craig attempts to close the door – no poise
in this task – slam slam slam. I’m so
tired.Snow is quite heavy now, we’re
on the coast – i mean really on the coast .Port Gordon is a quaint little
once-fishing port and has very little else to its name other than “founded by
Lord Gordon” and that’s on the frikkin sign, there hardly being coy with it. I
lie (i’m in bed now, in the darkness, missing a key here and there but i’m drunk
also). so – yes I lie about 500 feet from the north sea, which is in a vile mood
this evening – i wish i could be assed to get up and take some action shots
early, but my SLR broke tonight, i can’t be
assed.I’m going to sleep now. 3:30
over and out.With imperfect comic timing my (very very soon to be)
brother-in-law has closed the door on our – my brother an myself’s – bedroom….
Fourth time lucky, although it took a nudge in the direction from a very sleepy
and slightly less than sober I; “put them on the
floor”.Well, tonight turned out odd,
my brother and I were left with the groom and where his best-man was I don’t
know….Where I have this update on
the sleeplessness fiasco – the groom is pissed – sorry no easy way or pleasant
euphamism – he’s slowly wonderfing from room to room, looking for inspiration, a
little something to preocupy his neary slave-state
mind….Snow is quite heavy now, we’re
on the coast – i mean really on the coast .Port Gordon is a quaint little
once-fishing port and has very little else to its name other than “founded by
Lord Gordon” and that’s on the frikkin sign, there hardly being coy with it….
so – yes I lie about 500 feet from the north sea, which is in a vile mood this
evening – i wish i could be assed to get up and take some action shots early,
but my SLR broke tonight, i can’t be assed.