If this post were a school report, it would be called "What I did on my Buck's night-A pictorial exploration." And it would get a A.
Thanks, Sunshine, for taking the photo when I look like a knob.
I didn't have those little bell things... I was sad. (Those are Mumsie's friends back there...I'd never met them before in my life which is for the best, but they liked the belly dancing...)
And Madam Nurse here, she made my night!
And this is a random blurry picture of me in a suit. Just because.
And this essay is entitled, "What I did on my Wedding Night-Why I am the Luckiest Man Alive" And it's entirely based on my crass sense of humour.
Look at them both. Every time I do, I can't quite believe my luck.