Well, as they say, the proverbial poop hit the proverbial fan thanks to the ignorance of our ‘news’papers and their desperate need to drag everything down to their level. I made a crack back at Craig (who by the way is a really nice guy) about his daytime job tasting sausages. The press said I was homophobic, obviously unaware of their own news releases that he is the face of British Sausage Week, the job Debbie and I did for them last year.
It was topical and he thought it was funny and I hope that British Sausage liked the publicity. Having supported the gay musical Frank’s Closet this year, and having just finished a tour with the Cuddly Biggins, I am the LAST person you can call homophobic.
When will our press get a life?
On Sunday we had a party to renew our vows and it turned out to be a great bash, with so many friends who were at our wedding 22 years ago and so many new friends. Everything worked a treat…
Luscombe’s of Henley did the catering; Norwell Lapley Events set up the lighting and general decor; Kevin Toomey was the white face clown; Mick Read was a clown; Andrew Van Buren and Allyson did a plate spinning act; the contortionist was Iona Luvsandori; the high speed skating act was Vittorio Arata and his soon to be wife Eugenia provided the climax to the evening. Music was provided by both a jazz band and a dance band. Two of the dance band played at our wedding all those years ago!
It came as a bit of a surprise to both Debbie and I that the renewal of our vows meant so much to us; it was a very emotional moment to stand in our circus ring and renew those promises.
All the guests had a great time, but not as good as we did. There are photos, apparently, all over the Facebook pages but I haven’t got any from our photographers yet to post.
Now I am back into doing Strictly training and I seem to be in a no win situation here in that I was happy as Larry (who IS Larry?) when I was dancing, advised to be more serious, was more serious on the Saturday, and got ticked off by my Mam’s friends for being miserable! 🙂
I must butt in to my own blog here ‘cos you wouldn’t believe what is happening now. Debbie is on the phone to Rolf Harris. He was a guest at the party and he knows ALL the words to ALL the comedy songs and he is now on the speaker phone SINGING … ‘Wait Till the Work Comes Round’ from 1904. Hysterical so I can’t follow that. I’ll sign off