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4 hours to go: Excitement in a taxi

27 February, 2010 2 comments

I’m in the back of a cab on my way to drop off some stuff at RIBA.
I’ve got that pit-of-stomach tightness.
Had a lovely 9 holes with Mr Walker this morning – sun dappling through the trees, rain holding off and I played ok too.
Excitement is building all round – the social networks are abuzz with best wishes and chatter. Thanks to everyone.
Steve’s back at my place – rewriting the rewrite. Nerves all round.

Wedding Travel update: the Victoria line’s out so go to Arsenal tube on the Piccadilly line – the walk’s shorter too!

this may be my last post as a single man. come on….

1 day to go: Speech time

26 February, 2010 2 comments

If you know me at all, you know that I love good process and planning. And graphs. And lists. I make lists. And then lists of lists.

Check a search for Groom Speech online and you, broadly speaking, get a series of  links that would lead you down the path of banality. Luckily, I don’t need to use any of these suggested “jokes”, romantic notes or pre-prepared prose. I have a list to rely on. Having said that, if you’ve got suggestions, there’s nothing wrong with a bit of crowdsourcing so bung ’em in.

Of course, I get the easy job: thank people, make multiple mentions of “my wife” to rapturous applause and remember to toast the beautiful bridesmaids. I’m told that the BF, David, will have some things to say. He usually does. Based on what he said about the other daughter, FSIL Sarah, on her wedding day, it should be the most entertaining speech you’ve ever heard. No pressure David. And then there’s the BM, Steve. Such a good and supportive job so far. Such a good stag do. And I have every confidence he’ll deliver with aplomb.

Right. Better get it written then. Now, which ppt template to use…

3 days to go: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

24 February, 2010 Leave a comment

PHEW – I’m glad i got that out of my system. better now. woke at 5.30 with a stonking headache – a sense of excitement, apprehension, trepidation and a list of things that need to get done. oh, and Old Red Eyes by The Beautiful South going round my head. pre-match nerves are a good thing though, right? – otherwise you wouldn’t enter the field of play geared up and ready to go.

anyway, tension always builds when you’re in the last days approaching a big product launch… the FMA conversion process being the most valuable project I’ve managed and this is definitely going to be the biggest party I ever have or ever will organise.

Obviously none of this has anything to do with being out on the town (liverpool) with some of the TMR management team and finishing the night with a Hemingway.

Rehearsal tonight. That’ll help calm everyone down then.

6 days to go: Last Lasts and the BEST rsvp

21 February, 2010 Leave a comment

Less than a week to go now. Excitement with the FMA is so intense she will, actually, burst unless work can take her mind off next Saturday. Obviously I’m still completely unruffled. Looking forward to the skiing though. Oh, and the cakes (there’s going to be a good selection) and the party. And maybe the church bit. And all the rest to come…

The “Last Last” Syndrome has kicked in good and proper. The last saturday night out as a single man. The last haircut (sorry mum, I was never going to go back to the short, back and sides). The last friday at work, the last time of going to church, … the list goes on.

BUT, enough of all that. Firstly, I have to show you the BEST rsvp. My hat, real and virtual, tipped to Uncle George.

And just to be complete, another “last”,  the last of the stats:

Nervousness

19 February, 2010 Leave a comment

“I’m just Soooooo excited!! It’s ridiculous!” she says.  “In a week’s time…”

“Do you get nervous? I get these ridiculous ideas that i’m going to accidentally fall over and smash my nose in. Of getting a massive spot – or falling over and scratching my face, or smashing my teeth in. ”

No, I can honestly say I don’t get that kind of nervousness. The producer (natural control freak) in me gets concerned that every detail of arrangements might not go according to plan – but then I remember it’s quite simple: Vows then Party. Otherwise, no, no nerves. But I do get a warm glow from knowing I’ve made a cracking choice – perhaps that’s similar.

Good catch-up with Rod and Max today at The Story.  And I’m delighted to see how many facebook friends keep in touch. As we go into the last week, welcome all.

15 days to go: The FMA – what does it *really* mean?

12 February, 2010 1 comment

The Future Mrs Ayers?

The first step for most inquisitive people is simply to try googling it… and google has some pertinent suggestions as to the real meaning of The FMA:

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17 days to go: A Stag Stumbles

10 February, 2010 1 comment

The other one is svelte

It wouldn’t be a stag do if nobody got injured – and I mean more than the battering taken by our livers.

At last night’s choir Andy hobbled in and revealed that, having eschewed the sensible taxi in favour of more shenanagins on Saturday night, he was then required to walk back to Banbury Farm. But, being a towny, he hadn’t factored in that it would be dark – pitch black, in fact. And that’s when accidents occur. See image of what happens when you’re inebriated and fall into a pothole. There is also a vague memory of taking a nap in a hedge for a while. Unsubstantiated.

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