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  <title>Beware the strange animal</title>
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    <title>Wedding bells are a beautiful sound...</title>
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    <content type="html">I'm a romantic. I love weddings. Other people's weddings have been among the happiest days of my life, so far, and I had another one on saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, who some may remember from Swansea as the Bulldozer Puppy, got married in a church in Oxford, not far from my first home in England, and the Chapel where my Father was married two years ago. Chris was amongst my closest friends at school, and one of the guitarists in the first band I was ever in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several years of wandering around our school and Oxfordshire environs talking earnestly about history, politics, philosophy, art, Therapy? B-sides and how no-one at our school understood how hard it was being us, I left for Swansea University. A year later I was overjoyed when he came to Swansea too. He then complained about the city for three full years. Possibly, getting a house just next to the Prison wasn't the wisest of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in a band there too, and I spent many late nights up at his house in Hendrefoilan playing guitar and arguing with him till 2am. Once our arguments reached an advanced stage, I did a dissertation based on them. It was the best discussion group I could have had during my degree, because my coursemates wouldn't have stopped the argument to go see late night showings of the Exorcist, or to watch lightning out at sea from the beachfront. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a huge part of my time at Swansea, and though I've seen less of him recently, he's always been amongst my favourite people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've seen of his wife, Phillippa, she's equally lovely. Apparently, he proposed to her in Paris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the medium of Travel Scrabble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it when good things happen to good people.</content>
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