Well here I am sat once again in Doncaster Station due to a delayed train…I was delayed for an hour here before on my way to Driffield due to a driver looking at a steam train (he even admitted to it!) and now I am delayed on my way back.
Driffield I hear you say?! Ok well I was off to attend a wedding of my lovely friend Roz. So whilst most were huddled around the TV or in London watching the Royal Wedding…I was watching my old military buddy tie the knot to her beloved Merv. Clearly the better of the two ceremonies. Roz looked stunning and I did blub a bit during my reading at the service. Never mind…sometimes even I get emotional over silly things.
My outfit for the wedding was a Vivien of Holloway dress and some sexy ass shoes from Dune I think. I got a fair few compliments on the outfit so methinks I will be wearing it again.
I liked Driffield though I only saw a little bit of it as i was too busy drinking and partying. My hotel caused me much amusement most notably for the bizarre eagle headboard and the bar staff dragging (dragging…yeah…that was it…NOT!) to the local boozer. I spent 48hrs either drinking, recovering from drinking or partying.
With my friends Roz (the other one…not the bride) and Hayley plus their partners we had a blast. Hayley and I even indulged in some serious synchronised dad dancing. Photos I am sure will follow to ashamedly remind me of our antics on facebook.
I did have to laugh when people looked at me walking through the high street. The bar staff told me I was clearly not a local. Something to do with my retro hair and tattoos. I beg to differ as I am sure I saw a pinup in the street by the bakers.
Whilst this was a little holiday from London, it did highlight how hard it is for me to fit even my friends into my busy schedule. I actually had to plan this trip about a year in advance. I love my role in life as a burlesquer artiste. I dont see it as a job. It feels more like a vocation to be honest. But it doesnt feel like 5 years have passed since I hung out with Roz (the bride) at RAF Northolt whilst she was pregnant. And now my lovely soon to be god son Indiana (AWESOME NAME!!!) is now 5 and so wonderful. An obsessed Dr Who fan and such a cutie. I finally have enough knowledge thanks to my comic antics to know what/who he is talking about.
So now sat in Doncaster station I have decided to make more time for friends who arent in the burlesque scene. I cant help but feel like I have neglected that side of my friendship circle.
So waiting continues and I must sit here until my train appears….now more than an hour delayed. BOOOOOOO
Time to research a new act methinks. See….workaholic.
amazing work once again
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