Graham Price - Website design and consultancy
Welcome
This is my little site. It's not much, but I call it home (on the web, that is). Not much is changing on here these days except photos. And keep your eyes peeled on the blog to see how it's all going.
If you're new to the site, here's what's what: far out is my Sydney blog, blimey is my blog from the last few years in London, strewth is my blog from my working holiday year in Australia (2003), travel tells you about my other holidays, career is my online cv, history is a bit about me, friends is a bit about them, photos is... um... photos, escape is the much-neglected reviews section, and if you can't work out what contact's for, there's no helping you. Enjoy!
Wednesday, May 27 2009, 0:08
Move over drag queens, Mrs Prasek coming through!
A week and a half ago (where does the time go?) I flew up to Queensland's Sunshine Coast for the wedding of Tash and Warren. These two have been together for eleven (? sorry, confused by the multiple choice wedding quiz) years, so the tying of knots is well overdue - and the weekend picked was just in time... a few days later would have resulted in a disappointingly diluvian ceremony. John came up the day after me, and we stayed with Pete, Chris, Matt, Chris, and Matt/Martyn in serviced apartments in Maroochydore, a stone's throw from the Maroochy River (you've got to love Australian place names). One of the inevitable truths of a wedding is that you consider yourself fortunate indeed if you get the opportunity to say more than a quick "congratulations" to the happy couple, as they are whirled around in the typhoon of their nuptials. But one of the great things about this wedding is that we spent Thursday to Sunday living next door to the bride and groom, with plenty of opportunites to catch up, even if there were the unavoidable million preparations they were juggling with the capable help of best man, Matt, and MC Matt/Martyn.
I myself had a wee part to play. I ushed. Actually, there wasn't much to do as an usher. The ceremony took place on a wooden boardwalk leading down to the beach, just as the sun was tracing its downward arc towards late afternoon. The guests gathered in a semi-circle around the proverbially nervous groom, and all I had to do was make sure the guests got there by taking the right fork from the car park, and gently encourage others to take the left fork. Only a single family were ungracious, maybe forgetful of the drama of their own wedding day, and they stalked off with the photographer's words ("typical South Africans!") muttered after them. My other duty (more of a privilege, in truth) was a reading - a quirky, sweet poem called Litany, by Billy Collins, which I enjoyed very much. I think I declaimed it quite well to the bedroom a few times, and I hope on the day that I didn't babble it out nervously...
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So why do I have a website anyway?
Good question. Well it's kinda my job, so it's nice to have a space somewhere to play around and try new stuff; it's also a showcase of sorts, and a place to keep my cv. The rest is just padding to make it a bit more interesting and personal, and a place to put photos that I've taken.
If you move your mouse over the picture in the banner above, you'll get a caption telling you what it is (it's not always obvious!), and you can click on the arrow that will appear to cycle through other photos.