Just left the hospital. One of Reena's ex's accosted her outside her work. Started yelling at her for being a classless whore and marrying a white man against her parent's wishes. Apparently this wanker thought giving her a concussion and a couple black eyes would win her parents favour back and they would make her divorce me and marry him ( Read more... )

Well Katie is finally speaking to me again. Still waiting on Mum and Dad.

Monday we drove to the coast, to this little place that caters to people who are eloping. They loaned us the wardrobe.

( Well, I'm married )

Reena and I have been talking a lot recently about familial expectations. She was "supposed" to be married by now, but the man she'd been arranged to marry ran off. Well, that's the story, at least. He was gay and Reena wasn't going to be a beard, so she helped him get out of town. That was three years ago and he parents are practically considering ( Read more... )

This past weekend the Chapel had a fundraiser. We all decided to enjoy ourselves, and since it happens so rarely they took photos. So here's Reena and I, along with Leo and his wife Mary. Matt insisted I share. Even my mother did. And when the two of them agree on anything I feel morally obligated to oblige it happens so rarely.

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I wasn't going to talk about this, because I didn't want to jinx anything. I'm still pretty sure I will. But there's this girl. She's on one of the football squads I coach. Brilliant, beautiful, and a bloody good midfielder. I've taken her to a couple events at Union Church, we've had a few meals. Everything had been going smashingly until last ( Read more... )

We've been planning for this for a while. Booking this gig was bloody amazing. It turned us all into teenagers again. There's something brilliant about watching a movie with a live score. I don't think we've had quite this much fun with a gig in a long time.

When I graduated from university I thought Mum was going to burst she was so happy. I was precisely the son she hoped I'd be. Good son, good big brother, educated and motivated to do something with my life. Then I took an extended holiday in LA so I could spend some extra time with the other family. I'd been so busy while I was in school my usual ( Read more... )

When Katie goes out and gets shitfaced every day in a week and Mum says she's "just going through a rough patch." I do it twice and it's the end of the fucking world and I need to stop before it's a problem. I tell her "Yeah, Mum, I'm a real bloody alcoholic." And she bursts into tears screaming about how I shouldn't joke about things like that. ( Read more... )

It's my fault really. I brought him over here to get him drunk for his 18th birthday, as all good older brothers are supposed to do. Katie desperately needed an escape so, being the good older brother, I offered her the opportunity to help give the siblings from the other half of my family as warm a welcome as Brits can ever really give. Well ( Read more... )