Monday, January 24, 2005

Did you get his licence plate?

I've been best man-ed! And I didn't see who did it. Okay, that's not entirely true. It was Dave. So, er, apparently I've got to ensure that Dave doesn't panic; that he shows up to the chapel; that he shows up to the chapel on time; that the rings don't get lost; and, er, the speech. Don't expect a huge amount from this last one, :-).

I'm rather honoured to be asked to do this, and not a little bit scared, since it's my fist position of Responsibility at at wedding and now I've got a stake in ensuring that it doesn't go horribly wrong (something that I'm going to take great pleasure in totally not caring about at my own wedding – my family want me to get married, they can get the stress...*). Still, the stag night has already been delegated and the rest can't be that hard, can it? After all, I'm not the one who's taking the plunge. I'm just one of the blokes oiling the cogs to ensure that it all goes smoothly. Hmm, that was an awfully mechanical analogy, um, how about this: I'm one of the QA folk ensuring that a software product gets out with as few defects as possible. Yes, that's much better :-D.

* Not meant entirely seriously.

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