I appear to have reached the point of growing up where my friends are starting to do silly things like getting married and having babies.  This summer seems to have been a steady stream of fancy invitations, and occasions where I can't get away with wearing shorts and flipflops (or better, freakshoes).

Last Saturday we celebrated Lucy's wedding.  For me, this mostly involved getting quite drunk, dancing badly, and covering everything I touched in purple glitter.  Oh, and pinching strawberries from the chocolate fountain to put in my Pimms, 'cos I'm classy like that.

Obviously that meant Sunday was a bit of... continue reading »