Don't know why I've taken so long to mention this but a couple of weekends ago I performed the duties of Best Man at my friends' (Nigel and Candia ... both sans LJ) wedding. It was a fairly traditional registry office 'do' with a fun, informal reception in Candia's back garden. It was a tremendous honour to be asked to be Best Man and, I hope, I did the job decently well. Photos (as taken by the lovely Fox - albeit on my lovely camera) are here; I'm particularly proud of the sepia ones. All in all a really splendid day and one that will stay with me for a long time to come.

This Saturday saw the Fox and myself popping over to Brighton Pride. The day was pleasant but unremarkable though it's always a treat when the normally extremely coy Fox allows me to walk with him arm-in-arm and (gasp!) even steal a kiss or two in public.

Borrowed from Caribou95:


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