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So I got the email from the kilt hire shop with the promised kilt measurement form. Not sure why it was upside down but I'm guessing it's something to do with me mentioning that Sarahs family are coming from New Zealand. Maybe this will save people from having to turn it the right way up once it's gets down there. I'm not sure.

 So with a bit of text regnition software and the form feature in Microsoft Word, we now have a real form to send out to people. (You're welcome) 

Their kilts are nice though. That's all that matters...

We don't know what we had expected but the menu tasting at Pollock Halls defied our wildest flights of feasting fancy.  

After a brief wait, Adele of the Events team escorted us to one of the original old buildings with dark wood pannels and two oil-paintings of old scholars having a staring competition (no doubt leading to the respective hidden dormitories of the Houses of Cattleprod and Knickerdrawer). In the middle was our white linin table.

The band that we are having at the reception plays a ceilidh most months at South Hall.  Tickets tend to sell out for good reason.  

The caller makes sure everyone who wants to has people to dance with, (unless he's feeling perverse) he makes sure you know what to do, and the group mixes up the traditional music with snippets of tunes from Star Wars, Mission Impossible, Saturday Night Fever, Teletubbies, The Darkness and the like.   We danced every single dance from 8:30ish to midnight and, two days on, are feeling the pain.  

Our number one tip:

Hence putting in a Google Translate button seemed like a good idea. It's not going to be perfect, but automatic translation has come a long way. Although the stuff that it spits out mostly sounds odd and awkward, it would be enough for somebody to get the gist of what is being said.

That was my thinking anyway... I had a go trying out a

We had been putting the invites off for AGES, so Bridesmaid Rea Cris (aka Cheesy Chips, aka Crismas, aka Tai Cheese) took us in hand and made us SWEAR we would get the darned things out post haste or we wouldn't have any guests at the weddin'.  We bowed our heads and said 'Of course, you are right, Your Cheesiness,' and then, after much scheduling gymnastics (Chippy is a busy dairy product), we managed to get the bulk of them stamped and licked supafast one cold late February evening. 

They are very spiffy.  We blatently copied the card from an invitation designed by some clever librarians.