I’m not as young as I used to be
But not as old as I wanna be….
In other words, I’m still struggling to recover from the excesses of the past weekend. Thus, the short hiatus in posting. Work is also manic, and unless I get the hotel paid and the numbers confirmed, nobody’s getting fed at the upcoming nuptials.
 Yes, I know you’re waiting for part two of my boyfriend the serial killer. It’s coming. Or, if not, it’s at least breathing irregularly and beginning to sweat…
As for the report on the stag/hag do and the general EuroPride celebrations, that will require the use of photographs, objets trouvees, and a slection of scratch ‘n’ sniff cards, all of which are being feverishly worked on by the oompa loompas as we speak.
Meantime, in fond memory of some of Saturday’s sights, and in terror at the forthcoming Grahame Norton sponsored revival on Londons Glittering West End ™ of ‘The Sound of Music’, I intend to prepare my audition piece for the role of Mother Superior (Or, if not that role, at least Mother Better-Than-You!)
Later….