To the Bride and Groom
A big thank you to the new Mr and Mrs Bird for such a wonderful day.
We were typically late getting to the church in the morning as everyone was in the pub eating sandwiches and having a pre-match drink.
But we got there in the end, and us Jonny Latecomers ended up sitting round the back of the church facing the congregation. It turned out those were the prime seats as we had a fantastic view of the bride and groom while they were making their vows and signing the register.
I had to work very hard not to keep rolling my eyes and hissing as the priest performed mass and all the trimmings. I don’t know why churches bother me so much – it’s not as if it has anything to do with me what other people believe but religion makes me so mad! I want to just shout out that it’s all bollocks and that these people are wasting their time!
But luckily for all attendees, I managed to keep hold of my urges and enjoy the sight of two good friends promising their lives to each other in a fairly emotional ceremony.
The bride looked fantastic – beautiful dress and a sparkling headdress glittering against her black hair. The groom scrubbed up pretty well too!
The bridesmaids Steve, Rob, Sara and Chris’s little cousin also looked fab.
From the church we walked through town to the Bishop’s Palace and drank champagne on the lawn. It was such a beautiful place – rolling lawns, flowerbeds bursting with colour and of course, the ancient palace itself.
Steve enjoyed himself playing hide-and-seek with his fellow bridesmaid (a little girl, not Dr Rob) while all the ladies kept sinking into the lawn with their spikey heels.
The wedding breakfast was delicious, the speeches excellent and the cake rich.
The happy couple have put the pressure on us for the first dance – they performed a magnificent salsa which had the crowd whooping and cheering at their fancy footwork, romantice backbend kisses and snake-hipped moves.
TOH took me outside for a little walk in the dusk-lit gardens where we did a bit of bat spotting.
I think we saw a long-eared brown bat (according to the palace’s noticeboard) flitting about the lawns like a huge moth.
The rest of the night saw Jo and I rushing round all the guests taking their photos with the instant camera and getting them to fill in the guest book. It was a bit hectic but I think we got everyone.
And finally, at 11pm, the party wound down. An early departure but thems the rules, so most people headed back into town to find a pub/bar to continue the celebrations.
We were treated to the rare sight of a bride who’d lost her groom wandering the deserted streets of a provincial town in her wedding dress, in a light English drizzle. Ahh – she looked so sweet demanding more alcohol!
Most people ended up in a hotel bar, where the staff put up some resistance to serving non-guests but were eventually won over.
Congratulations to Gail and Chris.
We were typically late getting to the church in the morning as everyone was in the pub eating sandwiches and having a pre-match drink.
But we got there in the end, and us Jonny Latecomers ended up sitting round the back of the church facing the congregation. It turned out those were the prime seats as we had a fantastic view of the bride and groom while they were making their vows and signing the register.
I had to work very hard not to keep rolling my eyes and hissing as the priest performed mass and all the trimmings. I don’t know why churches bother me so much – it’s not as if it has anything to do with me what other people believe but religion makes me so mad! I want to just shout out that it’s all bollocks and that these people are wasting their time!
But luckily for all attendees, I managed to keep hold of my urges and enjoy the sight of two good friends promising their lives to each other in a fairly emotional ceremony.
The bride looked fantastic – beautiful dress and a sparkling headdress glittering against her black hair. The groom scrubbed up pretty well too!
The bridesmaids Steve, Rob, Sara and Chris’s little cousin also looked fab.
From the church we walked through town to the Bishop’s Palace and drank champagne on the lawn. It was such a beautiful place – rolling lawns, flowerbeds bursting with colour and of course, the ancient palace itself.
Steve enjoyed himself playing hide-and-seek with his fellow bridesmaid (a little girl, not Dr Rob) while all the ladies kept sinking into the lawn with their spikey heels.
The wedding breakfast was delicious, the speeches excellent and the cake rich.
The happy couple have put the pressure on us for the first dance – they performed a magnificent salsa which had the crowd whooping and cheering at their fancy footwork, romantice backbend kisses and snake-hipped moves.
TOH took me outside for a little walk in the dusk-lit gardens where we did a bit of bat spotting.
I think we saw a long-eared brown bat (according to the palace’s noticeboard) flitting about the lawns like a huge moth.
The rest of the night saw Jo and I rushing round all the guests taking their photos with the instant camera and getting them to fill in the guest book. It was a bit hectic but I think we got everyone.
And finally, at 11pm, the party wound down. An early departure but thems the rules, so most people headed back into town to find a pub/bar to continue the celebrations.
We were treated to the rare sight of a bride who’d lost her groom wandering the deserted streets of a provincial town in her wedding dress, in a light English drizzle. Ahh – she looked so sweet demanding more alcohol!
Most people ended up in a hotel bar, where the staff put up some resistance to serving non-guests but were eventually won over.
Congratulations to Gail and Chris.
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