IF I WAS A RICH GIRL-NAH NAH NAH.......
(Get out of my head Gwen Stefani)

Weddings are the pits, who wants that level of
stress? Certainly not me! If I ever have a nuptial
I'll just take my nearest and dearest and take off
somewhere hot and sultry-definitely not a hotel
with poncy staff and dodgy guests.
Angela entered the sideroom, radiant and dressed
similar to myself, where upon my suit was of
a silver hue her's was a bright cerise. Hmm interesting
choice, she looked like a bright bowl of turkish delight.
"I'm sooo happy Becka!" She trilled and kissed me
sloppily. Perhaps she was pleased to see me-
but she also squeezed my bum. Nice touch. Bridey.
"Let's get this show on the road shall we?" I said
and linking arms with her escorted her through
the flower draped room where the people sat oohing
and aahing as we approached. We just got there when
Patrick came out of another door with The Bride
of Frankenstein draped over his arm like Dutch Elm
disease. He had a look on his face between pissed off
and amused, he caught my eye and had to look away
fast. I have that effect on folk.
The 'Vicar' began to talk of love and stuff, I could
see Max sulking with his mental hair reflecting his
inner turmoil-my heart went out to him.
Oh happy day!!!!
Becka M