euphoric weekend.

This week is to be a detox week. Thursday, Friday and Saturday night haunt this Sunday with a combination of total exhaustion, reunion revelry and that emptiness that comes when one says goodbye to old friends after too short a time together. My body aches from dancing like a total lunatic.

Still, just seeing the gang was incredible. The friends there I've known for 11 years, and the good times just keep coming. Albeit not quite as frequently and with longer subsequent recovery periods... ah well.

It was a lovely wedding and I felt so happy for the mr & mrs that I surprised myself. I try to be grumpy and cynical about everyone getting married all the time, and the hassle, and really I'm just a total softie. Well done to Luke & Ang.

Oh, and if you're ever in the Blue Velvet in Newcastle, ask for "Cluuhhr". Honest.

Matfen Hall - lovely location. That's Guy, the best man coming out to greet us.

Left-to-right: Guy, the best man, Luke W, the groom & Mark, usher and Luke's older brother.

The happy couple, all married and everything.

Ric Clark, singing to the chocolate fountain. Yes, you read that right: a flowing fountain of chocolate. It was amazing. I shall refuse future wedding invites should they lack one of these for late evening entertainment.

That's me and the lovely Julie D - she's a total legend and lovely in spite of being Belgian. She inconveniently lives in Leeds and with someone. Ah well...

I love the look on Luke's face for this picture. It looks as though he's cut the cheese as well as the cake.

The first dance was lovely. There were tears.

Adam Bissill, our very own pet pretty boy, tearing up the dance floor. I don't see him often enough; he makes me laugh by breathing.

This is my favourite picture of the whole day - taken on the coach ride back to our hotel. Classic Jamie and Guy.

This has been an inarticulate post. That's due to a pretty heavy weekend. The pics aren't that great because Saturday was a swift progression from being hungover to being drunk again. But I think that's a testament to an amazing weekend and wedding. If I'd been all poetic and succinct about everything, it meant I wasn't enjoying myself enough.