Earth bear witness.

Swing summer.

It's a summer of dreams so far. Except for the amount of weddings, leaving no weekend or pound spare for me. And I apologise if that sounds selfish.

But, the main problem is their homogenity. Everyone's unique idea I saw last week. And the week before that. Poems in invitation cards all copied from the same few websites and speeches filled with the same few gags. What happened to the individual.

And yet as week follows week their families cluck as if us heathens have never seen the like of their imagination and generousity.

Well, too bad. I have.

I'd like to go to some weddings that truly said something about the couple. Where their personalities were important. And their friends. I'd like to go to a wedding where the soulless photographer didn't herd people round for three hours. I'd like to go to a wedding where the food is good and the drinks are free.

Sack off the namby pamby shit and just buy the guests their drinks.

That's what will ensure everyone has a good time.

And getting married in head dresses made from pine cones and grass would help too.

Dartmoor wilds.

I hope the ponies never vanish from these wild places.

Some men in Dorset.

Unfortunately I took no photos of the very lovely Dorset. Only hairy men.

Make of that what you will.

Wedding Ray.

They keep on coming. Avoid Stroh at weddings in the future.

New cat.

I found Bertie, as he's now known, camping out in a greenhouse.
Poor thing was skin and bone. However, a few weeks of eating solidly has changed all that.

Handsome chap don't you think?

Note to Ludo.

I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me most.
I can't imagine how hard you must have fought.
But I hope the end was peaceful.


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Live long at the bridge with Justice, Leroy, Bear, Ralphie, Suki and all the other cats that played too hard too soon.

See you again one day.