So it was Yasmine’s wedding on Saturday. This is wedding number 4 I get invited to this year alone.

Now you might think, well what’s wrong with that, nothing really, it’s a great and momentous occasion, only problem is I’d never been to wedding before this May. I’m 25 years old and things are starting to look a bit different from where I’m sitting. I think this year was a year of realisation:

I’m really not getting any younger. Yes I do need to stretch before I get on the basketball court or suffer the concequences for a good long time. I am also now officially the ‘old’ group on the basketball court as the younger generation come up and take us down. My time as a professional Olympic Gymnast are now over, nooch.

It doesn’t really depress me as such but it puts things in a certain perspective. I’m getting fucking old and sooner rather than later I’ll be doing the same thing.

So here’s to Yasmine and Matt, the bride and groom extrodinaire, one of my dearest friends in the whole wide world, that started off our friendship by slapping me in the face, seems I get that reaction a lot act when I FIRST meet people. In case anyone’s wondering what I did to deserve that slap, all I said was ‘Hello Yasmine, pleased to meet you, I’ve heard a lot about…’'' WAAAAKKK.