Cheers, Owen!
Phew. I have just enjoyed the most rewarding shower, a lovely long, hot and strong affair. The Garden Party – which has been causing Abi and I great stress over the past week with a particularly hairy ‘we have no barbecue?’ few days towards the end – came off without a hitch. Despite a weather forecast of showers the rain held off, albeit threatening us with drops once or twice before deciding to be generous and give us sun. Many thanks are in order too: to Abi, obviously, to Owen, who did a fantastic job as head chef behind the barbecue despite not even being a historian, to Oliver and Joe who gave us loads of time rather than standing back and watching us struggle, to Sophie for her (wifely) moral support, to Tom, Felix and Richard for lending us their expertise gleamed last year – and, in Richard’s case, mixing our Pimm’s! – and to GCSU and the porters for everything. And to everyone who came, too! Hurray!
And everything turns out alright
Sorry about the poor quality photos, but they’re better than nothing and – as Owen put it – we wanted something to prove that it happened. Event management is hard though. I don’t know how my mother – or Nic – does it 
In fact, it wasn’t until it was all over that I suddenly remembered that it was Doctor Who tonight! So now Abi, Oliver and I have our evening’s entertainment all planned out too 
yay!
Hahahaha Pimm’s
Oh and you also forgot thank you to Lucy for remembering on her death bed to wish you good luck
The joys of event management is how annoying it is
Come and run the Waseley prom please? Pretty please?xx
Just wait until the Dirty Pirate Hooker party…