Am I the only one who feels that a commando style whitechapel wedding crash is in order? There is no way Si has enough eels if we all show up properly besotted and demand the maid of honor do her duty and offer up her knickers as tribute (and be glad we ain't asking for more!) so that we don't replace the bride with Iceland Bob in a dress. Who's with me?!
So I guess you'll be donning the marigolds of righteous justice and giving this place the once over soon. Are we supposed to bend over and say ahh or something while you do it?
Oh and while I am commenting, can I say that the new R/R is like one of those cool big projects you got at primary school that'd be about some subject like dinosaurs, The romans, or gothic bridges (or was that just my old school where the head teacher had a hard-on for gothic bridge architecture?)
No huge and frightening changes planned just yet. I may noodle about a bit with the categories, and I'll certainly be implementing some new weekly/monthly threads, but I'm slipping into the water nice and slow. Which is an horrific image, if only because I've seen myself naked and you guys haven't. Yet.
Why do I get the feeling I'm going to be stumbling into a random wedding, alone, drunk, probably on the wrong continent, and lifting up the bride's mum's dress while demanding tribute. I hope one of you will at least bail me out.