I spoke of the wedding in Glasgow, to which my good lady wife and my own dear humble self are cordially invited. I reckon it's a pretty good deal for those inviting us. Sure, we get to enjoy their happy day - and that really is wonderful. But from us they get:
1) A wedding present
2) Our company for a whole weekend
3) Us attending a rehearsal for the wedding band
4) Me playing in the wedding band
5) Me taking extra pictures on my wizzy camera*
Having said that, we get:
1) To go away for a weekend
2) Lots of nice naughty meals
3) To inflict our company on many others
4) To play in the wedding band
5) To take pictures on the wizzy camera
So, I guess it all evens up.
The clever thing we hope to do with the camera is take pictures at the wedding ceremony and afterwards. I know that does not sound too clever, on the face of it, but when I add in the crucial extra piece of information that we have brought a Canon photo printer with us, you will start to see the depths to which we have sunk. In a vain effort to appear clever and slick, we will have prints of the wedding pictures to hand round at the reception. Click One Hour service, that's us.
The pictures you see are from the Lane End Inn, at which we often stop off if passing by Carlisle for any reason. Luckily, it is not in the centre of Carlisle, or we would not have presumed to intrude. There's nothing worse than a gauper.
The pie was excellent, but not as good as the even finer pie available at the Plough Inn, near where we live. Next time you're going out for a lunch with us, request the Plough Inn by name, and we will take you there, and you, too, can enjoy the most sublime steak pie in the known world. Well, it's quite good.
I must end now. To continue would be naughty.
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