August 14, 2012 Leave a comment
Note: This is a personal diary splurge, almost certainly of No use to anyone but me – so please don’t bother reading this – go check out a more interesting post.
Fuck Fuck Fuck. That is how my Saturday morning at 6am began. The grounds were set for an awesome weekend. My good friend the South African troubadour was getting married. As one of the men of honour, I was not only a VIP, I was also organising the catering and was confident of doing an amazing job. I had organised for the horse girl to come up and visit. She was going to arrive at just after midnight when the wedding was over. So I was set for an amazing day, followed by a hot night, then Sunday she would be on my arm for the post wedding lunch at which I would naturally be the man. You may have already guessed it – this did not work out.