Yesterday was a magickal experience for me. Graham drove us to London, leaving Woolsery soon after seven. We got to London in good time, and then got horribly lost. But we got to the Guildhall with about fifteen minutes to spare. Now, this is where it gets weird. There were only a limited number of seats allocated per family, and once Corinna, Shosh's father, and her fiance Gavin were catered for, there was no room for me. However, I was confident that I would manage to bluff my way in, and the skills that had made me a ligger with attitude par excellence back in the day meant that I was perfectly able to gatecrash the Guildhall and film the ceremony (despite the "No filming or Cameras" signs).
What I wasn't expecting was to be overcome with emotion and blub like a schoolgirl all the way through the more emotional parts of the ceremony. I was even overcome by emoti0n to a certain extent this morning when I edited it. Goodness, what a sentimental old git I am becoming.
It was, by the way, the first time I had ever met Shosh's father, but what could have been an awkward social situation passed off swimmingly, because we both behaved like gentlemen, and had similar tastes in music and small p politics....
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Jon, there is nothing at all wrong with being a "sentimental old git". It just proves to those who doubt the fact, that you actually have a heart.
There is nothing at all wrong in being a "sentimental old git". It proves that you have a heart.
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