Friday, January 27, 2006

Meanwhile in Cornwall

... it's green tea and homemade rolls for breakfast

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Not kilty

I got a call from my tailor the other day. He informed me that the latest addition to my wardrobe was ready for my collection.
Having spent years wrestling with notions of nationality I have decided to get married wearing a kilt. A few years back I would have though the idea preposterous - the whole kilt thing struck me as being a bit twee, but uber nationalistic at the same time. I am proud to be Scottish, but I'm never sure exactly why. There are also aspects of the national character (if you can generalise in such a way) that I'm not over fond of - chippiness, nostalgia, irrational hatred of the English etc.
The latter can be particularly irksome. Having lived under the English jackboot for most of my life, I like to think there's guid and bad in us aw....
I don't know if the kilt thing is any late flowering of national feeling in my breast or if I'm just showing off. Yeah, that's probably it. It's a big day, so why should the lassies be the only ones to put on as nice dress?
It will also be an invaluable addition to my wardrobe which I look forward to wearing around the borough. With the broad range of fashion tastes that I encounter daily, I'm sure it will attract many admiring glances from Hackney residents.
In fact, I think I shall dedicate one day a month as kilt day when I shall take to the streets in full highland regalia. If you see me, stop me and I shall quote you some lines from our national bard, Rabbie Burns.
The question is now, commando or not?

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Much thought later

Well, I finally gave in and proposed. That's what I've been up to for the past year.
My girlfriend is now my fiance (or is it fiancee? I can never remember which one is the feminine). After a whirlwind six year courtship I popped the question on the banks of the Thames last August bank holiday, and in a bizarre twist of fate we are getting married this August bank holiday - exactly a year to the day.
Which sounds like it could be the start of a Dickensian ghost story or somesuch.
We've still got a lot to do, but he hardest part of getting a venue, date and registrar is done and dusted. Which is no easy task, believe me! It's like trying to align planets getting a day when all three are available.
It is quite exciting now and I am looking forward to it all. It's just the bills that are the worrying part. That and being completely buff for the big day. And with that in mind I'm aiming to do a half marathon before the big day. It might not sound much, but I'm a big believer in setting realistic targets.
At this point I could make some cheap gag such as, that's why I proposed to the girlfriend, but she might be reading this.
If it's more than another year before the next entry, please inform the relevant authorities.