Running out of good times

In the Guardian, the 25 most depressing songs ever. On the publishing process by a a guy "who never really meant to become an author anyway." Read the Orange Short Prize winner. I am eager to read Joan Didion’s new book on grief.

I am getting married one week from tomorrow. I am determined to enjoy this week, as many Japanese housewives informed me this year that "before the wedding is the only good time in the marriage." Good time is running out I guess. Yesterday we went to the Fleetwood Museum to learn about Mariners! It was really great actually. We had plans to go to cheap curry night at Wetherspoons, but I was informed around 7:00 that plans had changed. I was whisked away in a taxi (such extravagance) for a delightfully romantic meal with proper accoutrements a bottle of wine and chocolate cake for dessert. After dinner we walked along to the beach and watched the sun fall in the sea, which was beautiful and then Stuart asked me to marry him, as he really hadn't yet. Fortunately, I said yes. It was lovely! Then we came home and watched "Mean Girls" which was such a quality film, and good for the soul as I hadn't watched a teen comedy in ages.