I have a new sport. It is great.
I keep asking my son Jack to fetch me something from the bottom shed. He goes in, steps on the mousetrap and traps his foot.
He does it every time.
It is brilliant.
I hide behind the door and listen with bated breath for the snap, the shout and the swearing.
He's very good at it!
Well a few things to tell you this week.
I was Toastmaster at a joyous wedding last weekend for Nicola and Michael. It was in Langley Priory - beautiful and the sun shone, but what made it really special was the bride herself. Whenever you saw her she had a huge smile on her face. She was having such a good time. I also worked with a really sound DJ (pun intended). He was Lenny Sultana. And yes, that is his real name. Not just his current name. (His gag, and a mighty fine one for all of that)
Michael and Nicola's wedding was quite local, over near East Midlands Airport close to the village of Diseworth which meant I was able to get back for a good chunk of Fristock. A huge up for all the people who set it up. Swannie, Ed, Big Andy, Rachel and so on. Another fabulous night. What really made it was once again, besides the excellent bands (The Grigglefish Project in particular) was the weather.
It was superb and bucked the forecast. This once again confirms my belief that Frisby is perhaps very similar to the island, Summer Isle in that fine film, "The Wicker Man".
There is a pyre on the banks of the Wreake after each Fristock, although I don't know who went in it this year. Haven't seen Barry for a while. Are there any candidates for the Brit Eckland role? Another great night, with an event that has experienced a fundamental change.
An extremely honourable mention has to be made of the fantastic Red Barrows. We were all impressed with the mankini DB
I was Toastmaster at a joyous wedding last weekend for Nicola and Michael. It was in Langley Priory - beautiful and the sun shone, but what made it really special was the bride herself. Whenever you saw her she had a huge smile on her face. She was having such a good time. I also worked with a really sound DJ (pun intended). He was Lenny Sultana. And yes, that is his real name. Not just his current name. (His gag, and a mighty fine one for all of that)
This weekend then, off to a funeral in Fareham tomorrow for my dear old Uncle Jim. A fabulous man. No more boot sandwiches!
Saturday and Sunday is the English Heritage Festival of History Apparently there will also be a need for a bloke to start building a big boat and collecting pairs of animals. It is going to be WET!
More next week should I survive the apres moi (cryptic huh?).
Live Long and be Toastmastered.
