Thanks to Jylan, I’ve just added the Subscribe to Comments plugin, so when you leave a comment you can subscribe to recieve new comments for the article via email. Groovy.
I’ve also upgraded to Wordpress 2.5.1. Also groovy.
Also, a big shout-out to the Australian labour movement for the 8 hour workday, and probably a few other things, including this long weekend. Damn the man. Save the Empire.
As claimed, here is a photo of Cameron & Sian-lee at our wedding where S. doesn’t look like she sucked a bubble up her nose:
The wedding went extremely well, no major disasters We even got married. Here’s twenty pictures:
I’m about to pack up the laptop and take it out to the in-laws where it will serve as the jukebox. There’s no internet connection there so this is it. The last post (cue the bugle) as an unmarried man.
OK so it’s not much of a post. More like an a post rophe (lol, I hope my speech goes down a bit better). I’m actually looking forward to getting the whole thing over, Carrie & I have been living like a married couple from 3 months into our relationship, so nothing really changes. Our parents and us all have a little less money, we get to have a nice party with heaps of relatives and friends, and then we go on our first ever holiday.
I’ll post pictures in a week. I’m sure all two of my readers will really appreciate that.
So we’re getting married this Saturday. I’ve just started my first real holidays since finishing Uni (being unemployed doesn’t count) and we’re going on our honeymoon next week. Very exciting. I guess I should start doing something 
So tomorrow we have four weeks until Carrie and I get married. That’s 28 more sleeps. Yep. 28. Married. Hmm. Yep. Getting close.
I’m not worried. Not at all. Just another day, really. Just another simple normal day, that somehow has been transformed into a monstrous Italian wedding. Two marquees, four tier wedding cake, flower girls with fairy slippers, a brass band, mobile fridge, helicopters, and ninjas attacking.
OK so none of us are actually Italian, there won’t be a brass band or helicopters, and I asked the ninjas to leave the swords at home (on the hand-made invitations). But seriously. The cake decoration? On top of the 4-tier cake? It had to be _ordered_. From _England_. That’s like, overseas and shit. I spent 20 minutes talking to Mum #2 about ties and handkerchiefs for the groomsmen. We needed to decide on colours. I’m thinking about going with pink. Like the bridesmaids dresses (and the fairy flower girls). Or maybe silver. Silver hankies, that makes sense, nothing like blowing your nose on a silver hankie. Swot gets me going in the mornings.
