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It was a night of bottomless glasses of wine and an unwise decision to not order food. Reviewing the photos, I can't say much makes sense, but that mullet is very upsetting.
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A work colleague and friend got married, and knowing the work that went into the day, it was amazing to be a part of the memories. For a wedding that started at noon, it's hard to believe how quickly the day went.
Kev's sister sent love this week in the form of feijoa candy. Man alive it's delightful.
And that lollypop - a tangy apple taste that takes me back to Form 1 camp at Aongatete Lodge.
On the way to celebrate Kirsty's birthday at Jamie's. I don't really remember it but twenty years ago I went to her 8th birthday and had a real fun time.
We bought a summer cold back from Glastonbury, boo us.
It's not the best lamington I've had (for a start it's not raspberry) but it's the first I've seen in the UK. Somehow they made it greasy, I don't think they followed the Edmonds bible.
Those ubiquitous St George flags have almost all disappeared from London's landscape. Was there a match on...?