..and there’s no photographer.
Well, there is…But he’s got something else on his mind. Not being prone to expose ones personal life by the medium of blog, mime or dance, here’s the one and only exception. 24/12/11 and her, above, becomes my wife and I, her husband. Can’t wait, ‘cos she’s just gorgeous. Although it has to be said I am quite a catch 🙂
The next blog post will feature the tripolar angst of a vegetarian mince lover coming to terms with his love of S-Express, Noam Chomsky and Newt Gingrich.