Having had a solid 7 hours kip, I got up feeling as though I had camped outside Buckingham Palace all night in an Arny and Navy tent for one!!!
I have to admit though, that against my better judgment (and mainly because every bloody channel was showing it) I sat and watched the first hour of the Royal Wedding, with a tear in my eye.
This was mainly due to feeling so tired and my Union Jack thong, which I had not worn in fourteen years, cutting into my already sore derriere?
I decided then to walk and get a paper (could not wait to read about the Royal Wedding) and set off into what felt like a scene from 'I am Legend'.
Absolutely no one around and even the nice little Indian lady jumped when I walked into her shop. I realised I was pushing the boundaries and hightailed it back home, just in case I was lynched by some Pro Royalist Hoodie wearing, Lager louts (I live in a rough area).
I got back just in time for the Ceremony.
I was hoping, when old Kate was asked if she would take William ,as her awful wedded Husband, she might have said 'Nah, I am saving meself for that nice scabbie faced bald headed Trombone playing Undertaker'??
But alas no?
Having had more than my fill of Pomp and Ceremony, I decided I would recce the place I am playing at tomorrow.
I did not realise all the shops were open and had rather a pleasant lunch in an empty Cafe. Just me and and the cross eyed chef (I could tell she was cross eyed because as she was peeling onions, the tears were streaming down her back?
I even feel now, that I might try a light training session?
But am probably asking for trouble.
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