I’m a naughty girl.  Correction: I’m a tired, naughty girl.  I am well aware I’ve bodged up with a late editorial (normally done every Monday) but I’m tired!  So, so, so exhausted!  Due to my fatigue ness, I haven’t been up to writing the editorial, which is quite sad, considering I was buzzing with what to tell you from last week.

My weekend was spent driving and shopping, followed by mowing what is effectively Hyde Park (my back garden) and it had to be done on Saturday, for I had a friend’s wedding the following day. 

For months she had been harping on about it but it only struck me it was for real when I saw her all dolled up and *sniff* looking beautiful, if not quite sad.  Cheer up, hon!  You wanted to marry him; it’s too late to go back on your decision! 

Things didn’t run smoothly on my accounts: my fresh new left contact lense flew off after I unpeeled the foil, and I couldn't find it so had to open another one, my hair decided not to stay in place, forcing me to make a quick decision to change the style (which looks worse) and I spent half an hour looking for a parking space.  With the wedding hall’s pointlessly small car park jam-packed (with conditions worsened when a moron left his car in the middle of the exit way, which was later towed away), I very nearly went home.  The wedding was held in Wembley – notorious for bad drivers and excessive parking restrictions on a Sunday.  Probably because of the bad drivers. 

Oh yes, how I could forget?  Earth Girl very nearly didn’t show up, as she thought the wedding reception was in the evening, and was too busy shopping for her outfit at the time she was supposed to be there.  That is, until I buzzed her on the phone and asked her why she hadn’t turned up when she only lives down the road!  So, she belted straight to the hall from the shop (sweetie, I hope you removed the price tag!)…and beat the groom to it.  Can you believe he showed up to his own wedding almost two hours late?!  Tsk!  Oh, the photo of me was taken at the start of the wedding, and not after it was over, though you couldn’t tell ‘cos I look so pissed off.

Well, the happy couple are on their honeymoon somewhere (it’s a “surprise” from him) so wherever you are, hon, I hope you’re enjoying yourself, ‘cos it’s all downhill from the moment you touch down on Heathrow.  Mwah!

I hope the distractions will explain the poor turnout of updates last week including no Seether interview.  I’m sorry!  That will be late, I’m afraid.  Speaking of interviews, I was horrified to learn an Evanescence site had nicked our exclusive interview and pasted it onto their site.  They had even copied the layout and the images, which were being hosted from our server.  What a bloody cheek!  Of course I put a dastardly plan into action (OK, I asked them politely to remove it) and they did so.  Five days later.  If you have a website and would like to feature our interviews, do not think about stealing it.  It’s rude and it pisses me off royally.  Ask permission first or I’ll get my minions onto you. 

Finally, our Manjit also graduated with a degree (in what, dear?).  Doesn’t she look beautiful?  Congratulations!  Now, what are you going to do with your life?

That’s enough from me.  I think I have made up for the late editorial and the lack of riveting information from the previous week.