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Our month-long tour of Britain is complete. The recurring theme was that although it's usually inaccurate for American's to see this country through the rose-tinted slant of film's like Four Weddings and Notting Hill, Shannon and I have been blessed with a dream-like view of the isles. From Christian and Chloe's magical wedding in Suffolk, through the surprisingly aesthetic view of the midlands, to a nautical view of London from a canal narrow-boat leading up to Simon and Su-yen's scottish castle wedding.

According to this 'What Pixies song are you?' stupid quiz page, I'm 'Where is my mind?'. Well, the write-up (see below) is fairly convincing. I'm guessing that Wil Wheaton did the same test and came up with the same result.

So, speaking of Pixies, Jack Mottram describes a superb decision-making process in those situations when you should have an opinion but can't really be bothered to work through the pros and cons. The process is very simple: just ask "Who's a lovely little Pixie?". In fact its so simple I know I've made most of the important decisions of my life this way already, but Jack's manage to extrapolate this into a formal - STAY with me here - process.

Well done my man and thanks for explaining why I find myself agreeing with pretty much everything Shannon says!

(Oh, and on the hot issue that spurred Jack's creativity, a bimbling project to sort out exactly how blogs work under the hood, I have to say I don't care very much either. And I probably should, being a techy programmer sort, but I don't. And the Trotts are lovely little pixies and I like their software very much so I probably agree with them).

...'cos life's exciting over here in blighty:

Taken in Chipping Campden in the Cotswolds on the occasion of a wonderful picnic with my mother and stepfather and Shannon. The occasion was only marred by turning up in the car park of Dover's Hill to find that an elderly couple had just returned to their car to find the window smashed and their digital camera gone. Some of the aura of idyllic English rural life was shattered with their windows, but I do keep telling Shannon that it's not all like 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' here. Unlike Christian and Chloe's simply fabulous wedding we attended the previous weekend, and I mean fabulous literally here - it was almost too dreamily perfect to believe, as attested to by the picture below of us, or perhaps better by the picture Shannon used when she blogged about our time here.

Oh, and whilst I'm blogging backwards in time let me tell you that the Swiss Alps in summer are stunning.. Prior to the aforementioned wedding a small group of us went with Christian to his home country to celebrate and consummate his transition to manhood (enterrer la vie de garçon). I'm afraid I can say no more on what the consummation entailed, but I can tell you that the backdrop was picture-book; having only seen the alps cloaked in winter white this lush green wonderland was breathtaking.

So to be fair, withdrawing the sentiment with which I started this entry, the trip so far has been a surprising array of visual wonder to remind me that splendour lives on near my point of origin too.