A bizarre phone-call this morning — someone rang me up at work and asked to book a place on the Easter Deadly Treadly ride! I guess someone has either told them I would know the number, or misread a page where I said I’ve been on the rides! Redirected them off to Freedom Machine, I guess they’ll know who to call.
This evening the momentum gathers; the best man, MC, usherette and bridal couple sit down to coordinate. Champagne and Spaghetti Bolognaise aren’t normally considered ideal partners, but seem to go well together at the time. Timings and schedules are arranged, Evan delves into my phone book for access to friends and families who can deliver useful anecdotes…