If you've been reading John's blog, you'll know it's been a hectic month. The last week has included a wedding and a funeral. The former, a day some of us, including the mother of the groom, thought we'd never see, was to celebrate the marriage of my old Maidenhead Advertiser friend Sean O'Meara to the lovely Helen Wortley. It's not often groom's speeches open with the line "I told you I wasn't gay" but Sean's had plenty of practice at wedding oratories, having been best man umpteen times, and he wasn't going to miss this opportunity to wheel out a few of his well-worn gags.
He certainly had the last laugh by seating me next to my four-year-old godson Ben at the reception. Ben's sister Lottie, who is Sean's god-daughter (making us god-in-laws?) was on bridesmaid duty and is the absolute epitome of good behaviour (as all girls are). Ben is a little livelier and his antics certainly made for an action-packed evening. He's an absolutely lovely little boy and I was assured by his parents Richard and Paula at the time of agreeing to be his godmother that I would not be expected to act in a responsible manner. That's what his other godparents Cathy and Steve are for - I was merely enrolled to teach him how to drink and to gamble, apparently.
The entire Collings clan is descending for Christmas. It will be standing room only at Beverley House Stables as there are masses of us but at least there'll be a few extra pairs of hands to help with the mucking out. The numbers have been swelled by two feline additions to the household. Alamshar and Giant have decided to move back into the house now it's cold, having evicted themselves when Stan moved in three years ago. Now they've finally realised that he's more scared of them than they are of him, they are permanent fixtures again and The Evil Genius is relishing having a duo of disciples in the dark arts.
If you've been reading John's blog, you'll know it's been a hectic month. The last week has included a wedding and a funeral. The former, a day some of us, including the mother of the groom, thought we'd never see, was to celebrate the marriage of my old Maidenhead Advertiser friend Sean O'Meara to the lovely Helen Wortley. It's not often groom's speeches open with the line "I told you I wasn't gay" but Sean's had plenty of practice at wedding oratories, having been best man umpteen times, and he wasn't going to miss this opportunity to wheel out a few of his well-worn gags.
He certainly had the last laugh by seating me next to my four-year-old godson Ben at the reception. Ben's sister Lottie, who is Sean's god-daughter (making us god-in-laws?) was on bridesmaid duty and is the absolute epitome of good behaviour (as all girls are). Ben is a little livelier and his antics certainly made for an action-packed evening. He's an absolutely lovely little boy and I was assured by his parents Richard and Paula at the time of agreeing to be his godmother that I would not be expected to act in a responsible manner. That's what his other godparents Cathy and Steve are for - I was merely enrolled to teach him how to drink and to gamble, apparently.
The entire Collings clan is descending for Christmas. It will be standing room only at Beverley House Stables as there are masses of us but at least there'll be a few extra pairs of hands to help with the mucking out. The numbers have been swelled by two feline additions to the household. Alamshar and Giant have decided to move back into the house now it's cold, having evicted themselves when Stan moved in three years ago. Now they've finally realised that he's more scared of them than they are of him, they are permanent fixtures again and The Evil Genius is relishing having a duo of disciples in the dark arts.
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Hi Emma
It is strange how when one makes a funny comment it can go "over peoples heads." This was the case when John referred to the cleverly named Ethics Girl.I simply thought it must be named after its sire or dam etc.I took ethics as its basic meaning.It was only later when I found myself pronouncing it with a lisp (maybe a gay side of me coming out in later life)that I realised it refers to our blonde friends from Essex.If this is the case and the syndicate consists of the above I and several other gentlemen no doubt would love an invite to Beverley House when they visit.If on the other hand they are a band of butch rugby players,I will take a raincheck and possibly you and the "Emma Berry Posse" will do the honours!
Can you bully your "old man" into working on part one of his autubiography in the new year.I am sure many of his fans would love to know how his life evolved in his formative years.If his early life was dull he may take artistic license to embelish the truth.Perhaps he was a public school boy bullied by "Flashman" who tortured him by holding him in front of an open fire.Could this be the origins of the Christmas carol,Chestnuts roasting on an open fire!
With reference to my Christmas message maybe the title of his autobiography could be I Walked The Line, or given the fact he trains both on the flat and over jumps,A Man For All Seasons
With so many god children you could now consider offering this service professionally for a large fee.If all the "collings clans" children and your god children descend on Beverley House together you will be referred to as the Pied Piper of Newmarket.A final message to the "Berry Clan,"it would not be advisable to call any ofspring Chuck or Holly!
Happy New Year
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