Cross your fingers, you might get a postcard.

(Long time reader , first time blogger )

Hello Bahrain



Hope all is well.

Life ticks on in blightey. At the mo I'm fully ensconced in writing my
project feasibility study for my dissertation project (a MIDI Theremin) 
I'm having a break because I have lost the will to live.

We just got back from Athens as you know. A Good time had by all, in fact a
goodhad
by all , it being the main mobile provide of the Greek mainland.

The big fat Greek wedding Pt2 was ace. I've decided its got to be a Greek
Orthodox wedding or nothing. You walk in to the church get waffled at in Greek
for an hour and then 10 kilos of rice rain down on you from every direction. The
reception apparently cost £100 per head with about 250 guests. Much Retsina was
flowing. There was a certain sense of whatever you can do we can do bigger and
better.  This year the bride and groom came marching in,( under an arch of
flaming swords)  to the sultry tones of a very loud rock track, and as the
bride and groom stuffed cake in each others mouths the lyrics stated ` the bitch
is hungry ` . Good but I don't think it was as moving as the blasting techno ,
and no flaming swords of the one we went  to last year.

Your postcard may or may not turn up. As i quite stupidly put stamps that
would quite happily get it to England but might not quite reach the kingdom of
Bahrain . 

Anyway back to the grindstone.

 

laters bruv

 

ps

Noj is back in England