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Golden Years

It gives me great pleasure to say that on Saturday 26^th May, Mrs P and I tied the knot in a small ceremony at our local registry office. A reception followed at a local restaurant where there was food, music and dancing throughout the afternoon. My new wife and I then went home about 8.00pm, got changed into something a little more casual and went and spent the rest of the evening drinking beer and playing air guitar at a rock club until 2.00am.

Highlights of the day include:

I had not been allowed to see MrsP’s wedding dress so when Mrs P stepped out of the car at the registry office I was totally blown away as she looked simply beautiful. Her hair was styled up, she was wearing mendhi on her hands and feet, and her jewellery looked perfect. I was lost for words. I was the proudest man in the world.

The ceremony itself went fine (apart from getting a fit of the giggles). Both Mrs P and I managed to say all the right words in all the right places. With our wedding not being a traditional wedding we decided to walk down the aisle together. However we also chose not to use the Wedding March. Instead we went for the more surprising but equally well known choice of The Imperial March (Darth Vader’s Theme) from the Empire Strikes Back. It went down well with our guests!

At the reception I read the speech I had written that morning. The strange thing about giving the speech is that I am normally quite nervous when speaking in front of lots of people but when I stood up next to Mrs P I felt very confident and didn’t notice the 65 people sitting in front of us.

There was dancing. Oh, there was much dancing! We had a mix of music from Bhangra to rock. I think everyone danced at some point, the most surprising people being my parents. My parents are both in their sixties but seeing them play air guitar to Monkey Wrench by the Foo Fighters was a sight to behold and will stay with me for a long time. Mrs P glided across the floor as usual while I clumped about with my big size 10 feet.

Overall the day was absolutely brilliant. There are many, many photos to be found on Flickr including a set from the official photographer.

A Long, Long Time Ago

I found this great You Tube post this morning. If only George Lucas had this version of Star Wars Episode III instead. Darth Wallace and Darth Gromit - A force to be reckoned with.

And It's All Part of the Last Bus Home

When Mrs P and I went to Southall the other week Mrs P did a first. She rode on a bendy bus. We actually had to wait for a bendy bus to arrive mind. Stef insisted, nay, demanded that she rided on one. The look of uncertainty on her face is due to the fact that she is straddling the rotating plate in the middle of the bendy bus. The sensation when you do this as the bus goes around a corner is quite unusual. Stef knows how to show a girl a good time in the big city!

Thank you Stef.

Heroes

Heroes is a fantastic series that has just started in the UK on the Sci-Fi Channel. It is due to start on BBC2 later this year. If however you have broadband you might use a bit torrent site to download it, but that would be wrong, alledgedly. Mrs P and I are looking forward to Tuesday morning when we can download the next episode. Anyway, a picture of Hiro Nakamura for Mrs P.

My Camera Never Lies

Back in November I bought Mrs P a shiny new Kodak camera for her birthday. Since then she has been taking photos of the world around us like female David Bailey. She has got to grips with many of the features and has been taking up the bandwidth of our PC and preventing me from downloading Heroes as she has been uploading photos to her Flickr site. Pop by and have a gander. Leave a comment!

Songs For The Deaf

With our wedding approaching Mrs P and I have been thinking long and hard about which song to have as our "first dance" song. This has proved to be actually quite difficult and although we have thought of a few songs we are not as inspired as we'd like to be.

Therefore we are opening the floor to you dear readers! All suggestions are welcome be they english, indian or patagonian (no pan pipes moods though). Suggest-me-do! The quirkier the better.

On a related note Kaptain Kobold, Mrs kobold and all the little kobolds came shopping in Our Town for wedding clothes at the weekend. The results can be found here. The outfit that Stef will be wearing can be found here.

Whoopee!

I have just found out that 1st May 2007 is the release date for Snakes and Arrows, the new Rush album! I am well stoked!

Jumping Jack Flash

We buy a cooker.

Mrs P and I have just moved into our first house. The time is five and a half years ago. The place is a 3 bedroom semi in Brum. The kitchen was lacking a gas cooker so we went and bought our own for £150. The man in the shop says that a man will deliver it later that day and someone else will come to connect it to the gas main. Fair enough.

The cooker arrives. It is new and white and shiny. I like gas cookers as I find the hobs cook better than electric ones. We have an electric one at the moment and it took some getting used to. However, I digress.

The man does not arrive to connect it to the mains and we are hungry. Not that hungry as we have been living on a diet of sandwiches, pot noodles and takeaways. The nearest chip shop was about 30 seconds away which in no way was a chore to walk to. Good chips as well.

With not being able to get hold of anyone to come and connect the cooker up, Mrs P has the bright idea that she should do it. She had done it before she said. Ah, dear readers, you may be laughing now but believe me another night of pizza and Chinese was one night too many. She grabs the hose coming out the back of the cooker, screws it into the tap thing (that’s a technical gas fitters term – I looked it up on the web), and voila! We had a working cooker.

For two weeks Mrs P kept walking into the kitchen and smelling gas. As I have the sense of smell of someone with no nose I didn’t notice. We carried on regardless thinking it was just when we turned the gas on before we lit the flames.

Then one day we came home from work, did our normal routine and put the telly on. Then we realised we could smell gas in the hallway. We phoned the gas people and said we could smell gas. They said don’t turn on any lights or flick any switches or operate anything electrical. I pointed out that before I had telephoned the gas people we had walked in through the front door, put the hall light on, walked into the lounge and put the light on and then put the telly on. Bugger.

Anyhoo, the gas man came out and looked at the cooker. The problem was due to the hose connected to the gas tap thingy on the wall. When it is screwed in the gas fitter uses a Vaseline type stuff to seal the thread in the screw to prevent gas seepage. The gas man was shocked that the idiot that had fitted the cooker had not used it and at any time we could have died in a fiery gas explosion that would have lit up the neighbourhood for miles around. I looked at Mrs P. “Bastard cowboys!” I said. She looked sheepish and said nothing.

The gas man fixed the problem and left. We cooked dinner. It was probably chips.