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Saturday 26 November 2011
Tuesday 28 June 2011
In your weddingz, stealin' your plans...
Mood: Grumpy - off work sick.
Through for the day - Judge Judy & a pot of tea cures all ailments!
Now playing - Pumped up kicks, Foster the People
Being on the wrong side of 25 has few upsides – hair is receding, my face is getting craggy and I think a shop assistant winced when I tried on some carrot trousers the other day. My only hope is to ride it out, pray to Kylie that I grown into myself and wake up one morning transformed into Jason Statham. On the upside though a decent proportion of my mates are getting (or have gotten) married, giving me a load of inspiration for my own C.P. . I have been to two in the past month and this post is about the first;
Natalie and John are friends of Neil’s, who went to uni with the former. They married on 21st May 2011 and we were lucky enough to be invited to the whole day. It was BEAUTIFUL. A traditional church wedding followed by meal and reception at a very swanky hotel with bags of charm (and a lamp that would have made a 1960's Robertson's jam employee raise an eyebrow, regard;).
Natalie and John are friends of Neil’s, who went to uni with the former. They married on 21st May 2011 and we were lucky enough to be invited to the whole day. It was BEAUTIFUL. A traditional church wedding followed by meal and reception at a very swanky hotel with bags of charm (and a lamp that would have made a 1960's Robertson's jam employee raise an eyebrow, regard;).
During the meal and speeches the bride and groom wore traditional Indonesian attire, a nod to Natalie's fathers heritage which was unique and elegant. Champaign and canapés when we arrived, wine at the table and a free bar in the evening ensure that we all had a brilliant day. It also ensured that I hit the dance floor like a possessed epileptic and swung Natalie around the dance floor, possibly to her horror. A killer buffet including end-of-the-night bacon butties soaked up the excess booze (but not enough to stop my friends Jo and Phil entering comas on the back seat of the car - I have decided for the safety of my testicles not to post those pics). Amazing day!
Ideas I might want to steal: a table filled with sweets, video camera set up for guests to record messages and treating guests to a free bar! Though the latter might not be possible/sensible knowing our mates ;o)
Monday 27 June 2011
Remember when I said "Never trust a rugby player"?
This has been suggested for my stag do.
http://myworldpopulationme.com/2009/02/02/blowing-up-cows-with-bazookas-in-cambodia/
DO. NOT. WANT.
http://myworldpopulationme.com/2009/02/02/blowing-up-cows-with-bazookas-in-cambodia/
DO. NOT. WANT.
Sunday 26 June 2011
En-GAY-gement party
Mood: Knackered! Just got in from t'gym
Now playing: Shirley Ellis - The Clapping Song
Highlight of the week: Seeing Glee live at the MEN arena. Gayest, most shameful 2 hours of my life to date. And I've been to Vauxhall.
Last Saturday night was the engagement party and I think now, 1 week on, we're just about fully recovered. It was an incredible night, although due to trying to speak to everyone, I can barely remember a single conversation.
We had told the venue, Rain Bar, a few weeks prior to the event that we were expecting about 40 people and the manager scheduled one staff member to cover our bar. At the peak there were almost 90 people there! Had to make guilt flavoured apology cupcakes for the staff the next day (I think someone had to stay late to help out).
Thanks to everyone who came, helped with decorations or baked for us. All greatly appreciated. Also, we had requested that no one give us any gifts but instead donated to The Wood Street Mission (http://www.woodstreetmission.org.uk/) and it seems we raised in-excess of £200 for them! Aces.
In other news I have now chosen and asked all of my best people/grooms maids to be part of the wedding party. Regard;
Sarah Evans (chief grooms-maid for team Bacon)
Met: In a mosh-pit of a metal gig when we were at college. She thought my name was Extacy for a week.
Best memory with: My first festival (V2001) and the infamous boob-train.
Bringing to the party: Flamboyance. I you can't have a gay wedding without this living, breathing, singing rainbow.
Antony Harvey
Met: In infant school in our first week. My oldest friend by a good decade.
Random memory: Harvey thinking crushed chilli flakes in Pizza Hut were potpourri, taking a big whiff and spending the rest of his 8th birthday covered in tears and snot.
Bringing to the party: Stag do stamina. He has gotten me into more alcohol fuelled capers in the last 20-odd years than I can remember. Never trust a rugby player.
Rae Boswell (the one not wearing a hat)
Met: In Mrs Bland's maths class in year 7. Rae's name is apparently very hard to say when you've had a stroke and caused the teacher to spit and dribble. Bless her slanty-face. We were inseparable for years and I miss her loads now I'm all northern.
Random memory: Filling her mum's back yard with hand painting garden gnomes whilst they were on holiday. That and having to come out to her twice. Blondes.
Bringing to the party: A lot. She's not only bags of fun but I trust her with my life.
Nikki Bacon
Met: In a hospital after she came out of our mum.
Random memory: Being about 10, holding her wrists, spinning on the spot and releasing her to glide screaming into a hedge. I must have done it 10 times. Silly cow.
Bringing to the party: Chuckles. No one makes me laugh so much in the world. x
Now playing: Shirley Ellis - The Clapping Song
Highlight of the week: Seeing Glee live at the MEN arena. Gayest, most shameful 2 hours of my life to date. And I've been to Vauxhall.
Last Saturday night was the engagement party and I think now, 1 week on, we're just about fully recovered. It was an incredible night, although due to trying to speak to everyone, I can barely remember a single conversation.
We had told the venue, Rain Bar, a few weeks prior to the event that we were expecting about 40 people and the manager scheduled one staff member to cover our bar. At the peak there were almost 90 people there! Had to make guilt flavoured apology cupcakes for the staff the next day (I think someone had to stay late to help out).
Thanks to everyone who came, helped with decorations or baked for us. All greatly appreciated. Also, we had requested that no one give us any gifts but instead donated to The Wood Street Mission (http://www.woodstreetmission.org.uk/) and it seems we raised in-excess of £200 for them! Aces.
In other news I have now chosen and asked all of my best people/grooms maids to be part of the wedding party. Regard;
Sarah Evans (chief grooms-maid for team Bacon)Met: In a mosh-pit of a metal gig when we were at college. She thought my name was Extacy for a week.
Best memory with: My first festival (V2001) and the infamous boob-train.
Bringing to the party: Flamboyance. I you can't have a gay wedding without this living, breathing, singing rainbow.
Antony HarveyMet: In infant school in our first week. My oldest friend by a good decade.
Random memory: Harvey thinking crushed chilli flakes in Pizza Hut were potpourri, taking a big whiff and spending the rest of his 8th birthday covered in tears and snot.
Bringing to the party: Stag do stamina. He has gotten me into more alcohol fuelled capers in the last 20-odd years than I can remember. Never trust a rugby player.
Rae Boswell (the one not wearing a hat)Met: In Mrs Bland's maths class in year 7. Rae's name is apparently very hard to say when you've had a stroke and caused the teacher to spit and dribble. Bless her slanty-face. We were inseparable for years and I miss her loads now I'm all northern.
Random memory: Filling her mum's back yard with hand painting garden gnomes whilst they were on holiday. That and having to come out to her twice. Blondes.
Bringing to the party: A lot. She's not only bags of fun but I trust her with my life.
Nikki BaconMet: In a hospital after she came out of our mum.
Random memory: Being about 10, holding her wrists, spinning on the spot and releasing her to glide screaming into a hedge. I must have done it 10 times. Silly cow.
Bringing to the party: Chuckles. No one makes me laugh so much in the world. x
Thursday 2 June 2011
Gay fish and financial woes
Been an age since I posted on this so about time for an update.
The past month has pretty much involved me pulling my hair out over money. That’s my excuse for the receding hairline and I’m sticking to it. I want the big day to be memorable, fun and as hassle free for our guests as possible and the average post for a CP, meal, party, honey-moon etc. seems to be at about £12-14k or so. This seems steep to a man such as myself who can usually be found in the discount fridge section of Tesco (“OMFG! Rainbow trout for £1.89!! It expires today but I must buy all seventeen!”). However when compared to the cost of the average straight wedding, which was reported to be £18,605 as of May 2011, I get the urge to wave my rainbow trout flag aloft and squeal in delight at saving a few quid for being a bummer.
Still, it means a lot of saving is to be done. I have had a budget set for me by my more financially astute fiancé, new accounts have been applied for with the best rates of interest and, though it almost made me weep, I have been dropping CV’s off for part time bar work. I have already been subjected to a totally fruitless interview for a door host position at a new restaurant in town. Well, I say "interview". I sat there for ten minutes whilst two beige human beings fingered my CV and questioned my ability to put on a tie and write down names and numbers. I should probably be more concerned that I didn’t get the job.
Friday 6 May 2011
Monday 2 May 2011
Plotting and planning
Mood: Remorseful (too much vodka last night)
Thought for the day: Have you seen those pics of The Moldy Peaches guy in the buff? Grim. Oh, and good about Bin Laden getting all shot and that, innit?
Proud moment of the day: I figured out how to add a counter on here. GO TEAM BACON!
Now playing: Audio Bullys - Only Man
THE UPHILL STRUGGLE IS OVER! We will be celebrating our engagement party on the 18th June. Not everyone can make it but its the only date all the family can do (and you're never too old to live in fear of your mother). I'm actually a bit worried about filling the space now. We should get a pretty decent turn out but I went for a few (too many) drinks at the venue last night and its pretty big. I might have to invite some very fat people and strategically place them about the bar to fill it out a bit. Just not too near the buffet.
Now for the fun of building a Spotify playlist of top tunes! I want "When a man loves a woman" on repeat but its not the done thing. Apparently. If you have any suggestions then please leave them in the comments section.
We also had a chat with my fiancé's parents this weekend about the possibility of using the grounds of their beautiful home for our reception. Of course its just an idea at the moment but they seemed very happy about the prospect so we're very grateful and excited about that! It'd be perfect.
In other news we went to a Lego exhibition with my other half's nephews and nieces yesterday. There are no words to describe how amazing it was! I may have got SLIGHTLY overwhelmed. I bought a Lego ostrich. Isn't he a handsome beast?
Thought for the day: Have you seen those pics of The Moldy Peaches guy in the buff? Grim. Oh, and good about Bin Laden getting all shot and that, innit?
Proud moment of the day: I figured out how to add a counter on here. GO TEAM BACON!
Now playing: Audio Bullys - Only Man
THE UPHILL STRUGGLE IS OVER! We will be celebrating our engagement party on the 18th June. Not everyone can make it but its the only date all the family can do (and you're never too old to live in fear of your mother). I'm actually a bit worried about filling the space now. We should get a pretty decent turn out but I went for a few (too many) drinks at the venue last night and its pretty big. I might have to invite some very fat people and strategically place them about the bar to fill it out a bit. Just not too near the buffet.
Now for the fun of building a Spotify playlist of top tunes! I want "When a man loves a woman" on repeat but its not the done thing. Apparently. If you have any suggestions then please leave them in the comments section.
We also had a chat with my fiancé's parents this weekend about the possibility of using the grounds of their beautiful home for our reception. Of course its just an idea at the moment but they seemed very happy about the prospect so we're very grateful and excited about that! It'd be perfect.In other news we went to a Lego exhibition with my other half's nephews and nieces yesterday. There are no words to describe how amazing it was! I may have got SLIGHTLY overwhelmed. I bought a Lego ostrich. Isn't he a handsome beast?
Friday 29 April 2011
Inbreds in fancy hats
Mood: Incredulous
Thought for the day: I don't think I should say
Now playing: The Smiths - The Queen is dead
William & Kate are now married. Bully for them.
If I don't get the same turn out shit is going to kick off.
Just sayin'...
Thought for the day: I don't think I should say
Now playing: The Smiths - The Queen is dead
William & Kate are now married. Bully for them.
If I don't get the same turn out shit is going to kick off.
Just sayin'...
Wednesday 27 April 2011
Celebrating the news
MOOD: Still chuffed
N/P: Solsbury Hill - Peter Gabriel
So family and friends all know now, champagne has been quaffed, congratulatory helium balloons are already looking a bit limp and, most official of all, my Facebook profile now says "Engaged".
People liked it and ev'ryfin'.
We have agreed that an engagement party wouldn't be too self indulgent so now the first bit of work and organisation begins. We have had a trawl about Manchester to look at bars we might be able to use for our bash and have some possible dates. Dare I say, it's actually quite a fun thing to arrange. Apart from finding a date when everyone is free. That's like walking up hill. Through treacle. With two Vanessa Feltz's hanging on to your stylish yet affordable chinos.
There are some fantastic bars in this city. Some fancy, some basic. Some with cocktails, some with just beer. Some with outdoor space, projector screens & sound systems, some with disgruntled staff and a bucket. We're both leaning towards the bar that first popped into our heads. Maybe we are going with gut instinct...or maybe it's because the barman there was a pint of smouldering honey.
When ever and where ever we do it it's going to be bloody lovely I'm sure. I intend to be so shit faced by 9pm that I'm chatting up my own reflection in a urinal.
The story so far...
Mood: Chuffed
Thought for the day: I might turn straight for the chance of a 3-way with Brittany & Santana
Proud moment for the day: Still going to the gym with a raging cold. MAN POINTS.
Now playing: Radiohead - High and dry
Welcome to my blog. This is my first time so, y'know, be nice and that. Or I'll tell my big brother.
A week and a half ago I officially got engaged and my aim here is to cover all the major happenings from proposal to the big day. Mostly this is for posterity but also to help me make sense of all the ball-baggery flying about my noggin.
There is a lot to consider with any standard wedding; guests, vows, colour schemes, venues, costs, music, best men, bridesmaids, food, honeymoon...the list is genuinely quite dauntingly endless. The main difference with a civil partnership is that the standard rules don't need to apply. It feels rather like a blank canvas for us to decorate with our imaginations; an idea that is both exciting and terrifying.
There are a load of questions that we've already been asked:
Joint or separate stag do's?
Do you have best men when most of your close friends are female?
Where can you/do you have the ceremony?
Are flowers too faggy to have at the reception?
Do you get engagement rings?
Are there any appropriate first dance songs?
Who proposes to who?
The last one I can answer; me. I proposed.
About us (I): We became rather inseparable from date one and things have gotten better and better. He is the best person I have ever met in every respect. I can't imagine my life without him and wanted to spend the rest of it with him. So on our anniversary in a crowded train station in Edinburgh, I proposed. I didn't want to leave that place without being engaged to him.
About us (II): In the beginning there was the word. And the word was Gaydar. Thats how we met. Now let us never speak of it again. Before we left for Edinburgh on our 5th anniversary weekend he had told me he had booked a very fancy hotel, a day in a posh spa and in the evening a meal in a gorgeous French restaurant.
Well...you would expect to be proposed to too, huh? Did it happen? Did it buggery! ALL SODDING WEEKEND I WAS EXPECTING IT! ALL SODDING WEEKEND! By the time we got to that station to come home I took the hint that he wouldn't be dropping to one knee so I took matters into my own hands.
But I did mean it. Now who asked who seems rather academic.
Thought for the day: I might turn straight for the chance of a 3-way with Brittany & Santana
Proud moment for the day: Still going to the gym with a raging cold. MAN POINTS.
Now playing: Radiohead - High and dry
Welcome to my blog. This is my first time so, y'know, be nice and that. Or I'll tell my big brother.
A week and a half ago I officially got engaged and my aim here is to cover all the major happenings from proposal to the big day. Mostly this is for posterity but also to help me make sense of all the ball-baggery flying about my noggin.
There is a lot to consider with any standard wedding; guests, vows, colour schemes, venues, costs, music, best men, bridesmaids, food, honeymoon...the list is genuinely quite dauntingly endless. The main difference with a civil partnership is that the standard rules don't need to apply. It feels rather like a blank canvas for us to decorate with our imaginations; an idea that is both exciting and terrifying.
There are a load of questions that we've already been asked:
Joint or separate stag do's?
Do you have best men when most of your close friends are female?
Where can you/do you have the ceremony?
Are flowers too faggy to have at the reception?
Do you get engagement rings?
Are there any appropriate first dance songs?
Who proposes to who?
The last one I can answer; me. I proposed.
About us (I): We became rather inseparable from date one and things have gotten better and better. He is the best person I have ever met in every respect. I can't imagine my life without him and wanted to spend the rest of it with him. So on our anniversary in a crowded train station in Edinburgh, I proposed. I didn't want to leave that place without being engaged to him.
About us (II): In the beginning there was the word. And the word was Gaydar. Thats how we met. Now let us never speak of it again. Before we left for Edinburgh on our 5th anniversary weekend he had told me he had booked a very fancy hotel, a day in a posh spa and in the evening a meal in a gorgeous French restaurant.
Well...you would expect to be proposed to too, huh? Did it happen? Did it buggery! ALL SODDING WEEKEND I WAS EXPECTING IT! ALL SODDING WEEKEND! By the time we got to that station to come home I took the hint that he wouldn't be dropping to one knee so I took matters into my own hands.
But I did mean it. Now who asked who seems rather academic.
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