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….Anyone for a bit of Elastoplast Bondage?

Posted in blogging, creative / writing, Dr Who, hen night, manchester, me and my world, morecambe, travel, wedding on July 19, 2007 by Khlari

Frantic, Fiendish, and Frankly knackering. This week, that is. Work has been hideously busy and I haven’t stopped. Weekend in Stockport was fun though. Got there on Saturday with Mr A and M____, then we all including Sal and Ali, went to see the Dr Who exhibition in Manchester, which was frankly…pants. Cost us £26.00, and contained a few costumes from the last series, with lots of strobe lighting, and then deposited the kids neatly in the middle of the shop. So that was a bit annoying to say the least. Back to sunny Stockport, then we went out for a drink with some old friends from our Drama group back in Stockport- some of them I hadn’t seen for 16 years or so, and one was an ex-boyfriend…. Mr A in hysterics at this, thought it was even funnier when Sal and I revealed that we had both been out with him. Shall we say that he’s changed a bit in the meantime……his mum and dad came out to, who I always got on really well with……

Then we all went off to Stockport’s answer to an alternative pub, The Thatched House. It was great, they had a punk band playing and a nice beer garden where you could smoke-which is why almost everyone was in the garden. Some of our friends had however become a little straight over the years, were wearing ‘smart casual’ (they nearly didn’t get in…) and looked frankly shocked at being taken to such a place. Several pints later and one of them, B_____ came round to our way of thinking to sauch a point that he was telling anyone who would listen that he ‘liked a nice woman in fishnet’. I think I made a convert. Mind you as Sal remarked (whilst looking at me)- “a bit of fishnet, a PVC skirt and this lot turn into a Brian Rix farce…..”

This week has been mad mad mad at work. Mad at home too as it’s countdown to the wedding. The house is full of Mr A’s family, Giana is up and having to remake half the bridesmaids dresses as the hideously expensive wedding dress shop messed up, Mr A is sulking as he doesn’t want to wear the suit Berni chose, and I am psyching myself up to the mental trauma of a weekend in pastels (well, a floaty 50s type Monsoon dress in lavender with silver beading…..and a silver shrug)

This is my hat, a fascinator-thingy to perch on my hair, which I’m planning to make into BIG hair…. The wedding is taking over. M____ behaving like total prima donna and having to parade around house in pink frock and shiny things. Giana has christened Berni ‘Bridezilla’. Mr A in giant sulk. I still have to finish off bits of my outfit….(which might be a good idea) in between making thousands of tiny bonbonniere labels (have finished those now…)

To top it all the physio I’m seeing for my back decided it needed strapping up with a strange kind of elastoplast affair, so it looks like some kind of amateur sticky-tape bondage for beginners. Oh, and it’s agony, as it makes me sit up straight and use muscles I forgot I had…sleeping nigh-on impossible because as soon as I curl, it hurts.OWWWWWWWWWW! It’s supposed to improve my posture. Thank goddess I can take it off tomorrow, as the frock for the wedding is strapless……that would look elegant!

Weekend kind of started list night…all round to Berni’s for an insane cocktail night…except I had to work today, so had to go home early and relatively sober…..which was most unfair as everyone else was slaughtered. They shall remain nameless in case they are reading this! lol! but I’m off tomorrow!!! Yay! Pass me that cocktail shaker. It will ease the pain, honest…