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Phil and Kate got married yesterday. Kate got stuck in a traffic jam after there was a crash on the A12, so Phil got left standing at the altar for half an hour while the ‘we’re late’ message built up on his mobile locked safely in the car.

The organist played the same tune again and again and again while the congragation waited patiently in their seats.

I didn’t actually witness that, of the speeched which apparently revolved around the fact that Kate rhymes with ‘late’, but I was invited to the reception in the evening.

To continue the theme, I was late arriving. Coincidentally by almost exactly as long as Kate.

It was at Five Lakes, a very plush country club far further from any sign of civilisation than you imagine. It’s worth the effort, though, being set in the middle of an enormous golf course with immaculate greens and, perhaps not surprisingly, more than a few lakes.

I took Paul, and we arrived at eight. He’d been working all day and neither of us had had time to eat, so when it got to nine fifteen and the disco was in full swing with no sign of food on any distant culinary horizon we supposed there would be nothing, so slipped out to the restaurant downstairs, taking a table at the back so nobody from the party would spot us if they walked past.

Sneaking back into the room half an hour later, we were surprised to find it empty, save for a few waiters tidying the tables.

Everyone had gone next door to eat burgers and chocolate cake.

Hmmm…

Still, it was a very good dinner.

Met up with James, now head of news at Unique, and Ray, now at Sky News. Not seen either of them since we worked together on Pilgrim FM six years ago. I told Ray I didn’t recognise him without his long hair, at which point he reminded me that mine, too, had been half why down my back last time we’d met. Why nobody ever told me what a style disaster that was I’ll never know.

We were home just after midnight, and I spent the first part of today working on proofs for the November issue.

Spent most of what will be my last free Sunday for a while around at mum’s. She and Andrew are off on holiday tomorrow, and from next week I start the new Sunday lunch show so I’ll be busy for the forseeable future.

I took my clippers so she could cut his hair. We ate pasta on the patio. We moved pots around and finished building a new pergola.

The cat, still wary from yesterday’s horror trip to the vet, kept herself safely out of the way, curled up in a large teracotta pot in the greenhouse.

By four the garden had been comprehensively rearranged and far too many cups of tea had been drunk, so I headed for Paul’s for coffee with Trevor and Jon. We sat in the sun and ate carrot cake and made plans for a Center Parcs break some time in November. It looks like we’ll be heading back to the Netherlands. It’s turned into something of a bi-annual tradition.

I did a hunt for The Lab on the LBC group on Yahoo when I got home. It’s interesting (and useful) to read other peoples’ opinions of the programme. Unfortunately, though, I don’t remember all of the incidents referred to. In particular, this one:

Did anyone hear the Lab tonight? The two presenters (I forget their names for now) were discussing why Intel had a microchip factory in Ireland rather than the far East. After offering various genuine suggestions, one of them joked : “and Ireland has good Guinness.”

Then the other one said (at least I *THINK* he said) “and good crack.”

There was no response to this, so either I heard it wrong, or I heard
it right and they wanted to gloss over the remark really fast.

Further down the list, another amusing exchange:

“It is a good show and the presenters clearly have a very expansive knowledge of the computing world, to the point where I wonder whether they’ve ever kissed a girl.”

…and the reply:

“They probably have - but found it quite difficult getting the marks off the monitor screen! :-)”

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