Royal weddings, bank holidays and hot tubs
So on Friday the 29th of April 2011 the world was gathered around the television to watch as Prince William got married to his university sweetheart Miss Catherine Middleton (see this post if you somehow missed it). To celebrate the UK got itself an extra day off work and Maz and I shot up to join my old university friends Jacqui and Fran in their new hot tub for the weekend. This was of course after we popped out to join Tom in a few drinks to celebrate him escaping from his most hated job on Thursday. However now that the dust has settled what have we actually learned from the whole experience that has been forced down our throats for the last few months?
Well firstly thanks to Twitter the term QILF (Queen I would I like to fuck) has now officially entered into common usage. Secondly that Kate’s sister Pippa has a rather large bum and thirdly that it doesn’t matter how posh, rich or famous you are everyone pretends to sing hymns at weddings.
Coverage of the wedding started at 08:00 am but I only tuned in for the actually wedding itself and the trip back to the palace. In fairness Kate (or Katherine as we must now all call her) did look very nice if a bit on the skinny side. I personally didn’t get all the hype about the dress that everyone seemed so excited about but maybe that was just me then. The happy couple had just returned to palace when Tom and Louise came knocking to pick us up and head off to Maidstone for a few drinks. That then was about the extent of my interest in the whole matter.
Having got to the pub however it soon become apparent that just about every TV channel would be repeating an endless montage of the mornings events for the rest of the day. For the next few hours then as we knocked back a pint or two as I watched Will and Kate repeatedly taking the plunge until I was just about ready to smash my head into the table in order to escape their image being burned into my retina forever. As luck would have it we then moved on to a pub which didn’t have a TV in it. The group was made up of Maz and me, Louise and Tom of course, Tom’s friends Mike and Paul from work and finally Chris who put in a late appearance. It was far from a crazy piss up but plenty of booze was consumed and a nice day was had by all.
The next day was spent driving up to Kettering to hook up with my old university friends Jacqui and Fran. After a few hours in a baking in the car (only to be delayed due to the joys of the British motorway system) we finally arrived and spent the next two days doing what can only be lazily described as sitting in a hot tub and drinking lots of booze. It is always great to catch up with old friends and I really don’t get to see them as much as I would like. That then is how I spent my bank holiday weekend. Drinking, relaxing and sitting in a hot tub with three beautiful women. What else could you ask for?
