Ooh, nearly forgot to mention. Custard asked me to be his best man at the weekend. This is good, because it means I get to arrange a day of extreme paintballing and much ale. It is bad, though, because I will have to wear a suit and attempt to prevent him from running away gibbering when the full enormity of the situation hits him on the morning of his wedding. I also get to partake in a ceremony in which one of my best mates – the man who introduced me to the joys of real ale, the man who is consequently responsible for my rather unsightly beer gut, the man who joined with me in creating this tribute to the many delights of the female of the species, amongst many other things – loses his freedom and becomes shackled to a woman for the remainder of his earthly days. And, y’know, it’s kind of hard to do that do a friend 🙂

Also, much as I’m sure he must have done something cringingly embarassing I can talk about in the speech, I can’t actually think of anything. Except for the thing with the lesbians. Or the other thing with the lesbians.

(disclaimer: it may be the case that neither of the embarassing things with the lesbians actually involved actual real live lesbians at all. Also, that girls are evil website hasn’t been updated in, ooh, years, because frankly we’re lazy and have both got ourselves women since we created it)

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