tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339839143636242387.post2900099221705393788..comments2023-08-02T10:45:41.531+01:00Comments on In the footsteps of the Fool: blood weddingDave Leekehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17971308602082668644noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339839143636242387.post-44360869388580257442013-03-05T14:23:55.329+00:002013-03-05T14:23:55.329+00:00Well, good luck with that one then. A few years a...Well, good luck with that one then. A few years ago I had to take one of my daughters to Birmingham Uni for a science convention. Needless to say, we were quite late. The major road in had a diversion and I was totally thrown.<br /><br />We got there in the end but she missed lunch. I firmly believe that one needs to have looked at a map and have a fairly good idea about where one is heading but I am very grateful that my car came fitted with a satnav!Dave Leekehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17971308602082668644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339839143636242387.post-446061204866828392013-03-05T09:42:23.569+00:002013-03-05T09:42:23.569+00:00Yikes!!! I'm due to drive to B'Ham soon fo...Yikes!!! I'm due to drive to B'Ham soon for a Facebook friends meet, along with 2 probably disabled strangers that I'll be picking up on the way. We're meeting at a hotel near New St. station, with no satnav. Wish me luck!!!eeyornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15933757489269873196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339839143636242387.post-58513391925000742252013-03-01T21:16:12.756+00:002013-03-01T21:16:12.756+00:00"The next day the bride arrived at the regist..."The next day the bride arrived at the register office in the full meringue, chewing gum and swearing like a docker"<br /><br />Ah, thank you, Martyn, such an evocative image. And then you add "crashed and burned" - I love it!<br /><br />The eyebrows soaring, too . . . wonderful. How come so many long term relationships choose to get hitched? It always ends in tears.<br /><br />Haha . . . Dave Leekehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17971308602082668644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1339839143636242387.post-49082594988107267992013-03-01T18:19:14.401+00:002013-03-01T18:19:14.401+00:00Ah, the family wedding. Not been to one (except my...Ah, the family wedding. Not been to one (except my own two) for decades, but my favourite was the one where the stag do and the hen night accidently met up in the same pub the night before the nuptuals, and the bride-to-be and groom-to-be (my cousin) had a vicious row in the middle of the bar. The next day the bride arrived at the register office in the full meringue, chewing gum and swearing like a docker, which caused my entire family, half a dozen or so sets of uncles and aunts – who were most certainly not snobs, but knew enough about class and dignity – to look at each other with eyebrows soaring. No one expressed any surprise when the marriage crashed and burned some six months later.Martyn Cornellhttp://zythophile.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.com