I have to go to a Wedding at the weekend for people I don't know.  I don't like weddings at the best of times, but its going to be a complete cheese grater up the butthole to make hours of small talk with people I don't know and don't care about.  I hate being sat at a table and there's always some dick trying to be the big man and dominate every conversation, or someone who feels the need to insert some joke at every single opportunity.  Everyone wants the opportunity to talk and nobody listens to anyone else.

I'll probably daydream my way through it.  I have the ability to switch my brain onto something else and just sit there like someone who has just left and gone to Mars.  There will probably be people at my wedding like that.  I'm shocked to find that I struggle to remember which date it is on.  Truthfully I don't care about it, or who is going to be there, or what happens when I get there.  I feel like I should care, but I don't.  Maybe its a man thing, or maybe its an age thing, or maybe its a me thing.  I think its a load of expensive nonsense.

Anyway.  I hope Jennifer doesn't read this.

Yes.