My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. -Rodney Dangerfield
So the weekend is nearly upon us and I set off in my not so private fly-be jet to sunny Southampton. A long time friend is turning to the dark side and getting hitched. I knew this was going to be the case because they bought a dog together a couple of years ago. Surely there is no better way to confirm you want to spend the rest of your life with someone than getting a jet black Labrador together? Better that than getting her up the duff, his girlfriend not the Labrador.
So the Squeek shall endeavour to get up to multiple drunken hi-jinx with a bunch of randomers and try to dance the night away. Something I did at another friends wedding which found the Squeek being a talking point the morning after. Well actually I'm the talking point at any wedding with my school mates now. Superman has his kryptonite, I have champagne. It turns me into a dancing monster who knows no boundaries and would gleefully pick up a microphone to belt out some karaoke classics. Which makes me think that Mr. Diamond is right, I am forever in blue jeans.
Well I shall surely fill the blog in with any shenanighans and goings on next week.
Squeek.
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