The not quite daily blog...
...has just begun. Internet has now reached my humble abode, so I can communicate with the outside world. Isn't it strange that broadband is a new concept, but relies on technology that was created a hundred years ago. Strange.
Anyway I have a few messages for my readership.
Congratulations to Daniella whom is getting married.
To Lindell - I expect an invite to the stag night. In fact you can come to England for a stag week, and then we have to get you back in time for the wedding. If you make it back on time then the marriage is meant to be, if not then Daniella will be pissed off and the wedding called off. The stag mission. The mission of the stag.
To Lyla - I love you. Thanks for the myspace Earle.
Anyway I have a few messages for my readership.
Congratulations to Daniella whom is getting married.
To Lindell - I expect an invite to the stag night. In fact you can come to England for a stag week, and then we have to get you back in time for the wedding. If you make it back on time then the marriage is meant to be, if not then Daniella will be pissed off and the wedding called off. The stag mission. The mission of the stag.
To Lyla - I love you. Thanks for the myspace Earle.
posted by Martyn @ 2:09 PM
2 Comments:
At 11:21 AM,
Lindell said…
Hmm a week of druken fun in Britian sounds like a plan. I would need daily pub outings, soccer, snooker, and to take in some of those funny British dart tournaments that are always on TV. Also, might be fun to do a little stag hunting with the Queen if she's into that kinda thing.
Wonder how bad Yorkshire pudding looks coming up?
At 4:16 PM,
Daniela said…
haha. You make is sound like I'm getting married to myself.
What, I don't get any debauchery?
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