Ooh I don’t like Sam. Despite his protestations to the contrary, I don’t think he is there for a relationship at all.
I’ve met plenty of his type (in the ugly friend wingwoman capacity) and I’m not convinced. For someone who thinks the inside that counts he was feckin judgey before, during and after.
He is the type who will have one eye on the door while he is poking the fire. (As long as he finds it thin enough) I have the ick. He belongs in the catalogue with Mick. Good to look at, delightful to hold, but should you break (his exacting specifications) it, consider him not only sold but well gone.
I wasn’t taken with Lizzie at the henny but I think she came across fine. - apart from the make up meltdown. She is a gobshite but I’m hoping she is just beside herself with nerves. Whoa nelly on the touchy stuff though chick.
Ah. Just seen the Ann Summers night attire. Christ. Just as well the flames of passion aren’t burning on his side. It would melt.
I’d be running in the mornings. To the cake shop. J U S T comfortE A T. Or just greet. Or both. He nasty.
She called him pretty. He was mute.
No compliment back. It felt mean.
The bridesmaids thought he’d been sent from the heavens. Nope. He has rocked up from the 9th circle of hell.
And oh Christ. What was the bolt thing he did?????
Lauren and Matt - oh I hope that works.
It doesn’t deserve to after that singy stuff though. I’d die inside. But I still think bless him - just because it wasn’t happening to me. 
I am glad Matt had told Lauren about the virginity. If he wasn’t too forward through the honeymoon or wedding night, she might have felt rejected.
I’m glad she handled it so nicely. Classy. And lovely.
I’m hoping...