Marriage Is Like Driving Down A Pretty Road

Or at least that is what I am told. It was one of the boys wedding this weekend (one of the boys from Amsterdam) so off to Aintree racecourse we went with Ikea vouchers in hand. I had been looking forward to the wedding for a while and to my surprise I bumped into the Liverpool Night Life Columnist and the Liverpool Fashion Columnist. I had not seen them since they tried to persuade me to go back to the Blue Angel on my birthday for some blue vodka slush which is the establishment's trademark drink. That stuff is potent.

The wedding was great and everything went well. Bride looked beautiful, food was tasty and I danced like Carlton Banks which is expected and on occasions is demanded of me. The dancing was broken up with revelations about the stag do from the rest of the Amsterdam 10. The favourite story among the group was how an inflatable, but deflated, sheep found its way into my satchel as I approached security in Schipol Airport.

I laugh about it now.

Dreams of Amsterdam

Shiverpool

I am going to increase my knowledge of spook, ghouls and ghosts so that i can find an answer to what is going on in my flat. Is it haunted? Who is haunting it? Are there real life ghostbusters?

Step one, I am going on a ghost tour of Liverpool.
Step two, do some research into ghost hunting etc
Step three, do a Ouija board

Step three I am not looking forward to. I need volunteers

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

Resolve

I am neglecting my blog a little bit as I am in Cardiff enjoying company of old friends. Old friends who i will be taking to the electric brae in July. Anyway, I have news.

I think my flat is haunted. Not in a scary way but haunted non the less. I keep finding cutlery bent out of shape and plates moving around the flat at night. I havenet seen any moving plates. But there were not where i left them. The bulding is 150 years old so it has history. Perhaps a spoon bender lived there once. Maybe a previous carnation of Uri Geller. Who knows?

I looked in the mirror this moringing and realised why i am always behind the camera. I need sleep. I find myself chasing sunsets again. The stress is chasing me towards them.



A little bit of resolve is what I need now
Pin me down, show me how

Love Is In The Air

My home girl (PJ) and her fella (Duncan) have made a very special announcement. They are getting married!!! I am very happy for them. Apparently there is to be an engagement party on the day of my house party so that killed off my plans in an instant. I have known Vera since I was 11 but I have not met Duncan yet. I imagine I should get to know him soon. I have heard nice things about him. We will have to take him to Amsterdam for his stag do. Then we will have a little talk



One of the possible locations for the party is Liverpool's newest ode to communist architecture. The Malmaison Hotel.

If You Want To Drown Her..

There is only once place in the world where you can go shopping for a length of chain and be told a a total stranger that if it is for wrapping around my wife that it needs to be a little more heavy duty. That place is the B and Q in preston. I was looking to secure a garden bench in my folks house. He thought I was looking to serve 15- 20 for murder. Nice guy but obviously a nutter.

After this incident I chased the sun to Southport beach. It helps me relax. It looked like this

Before you ask... I wasn't dogging. I dont even know what that means.
If you suggest that was then I will tie you up in chains and leave you for the seagulls.

PS The seagulls in merseyside are very scary, the make noises like monkeys.

Its Not Very Pretty I Tell Thee

I went out last night for a few drinks while me and the boys watched the most dull game of football ever. On my travels I got very mixed responses to my new t-shirt which reads "I Poke Badgers With Spoons". It had the effect of scaring a lot of people away. I dont like scaring people away but I am doing it more and more often.
That is not my intent and the consequences I may live to regret. Anyway, that was last night and I just got home to this. The picture was sent to me via www.facebook.com



It would not bother me but my place will look like this until the weekend. I am so lazy.

PS for those of you who have never met me look carefully and you can see my left foot. Exciting isn't it