Sorry, headline-creating neurons not on top form this evening. So Alex’s big day dawned with both of us remarkably sober and, dare I say it, rather dapper.
We grabbed a cab up to the registry office and met the rest of the clan. Come on Alex, take it like a man!
A very ginger appearance from Alex’s sister, Helen, and her family.
And here’s the happy couple!
I’ll spare you all the posed family photos (available on request!) and skip straight to the dancing, eating and drinking… Here’s Adrian, Carol and Alex’s mum Jeanne.
Aimee making her speech (slightly teary, bless!).
The lights went down, the wedding disco came on and everything went a bit… bubbly…(thanks Lewis!).
Alex and Aimee show us their tiger feet.
All too soon, the evening was over, the last pints were being poured down throats and I bade Alex and Aimee farewell in their cab to their fancy wedding hotel.
Er, then welcomed them back to our hotel when it turned their room – on their wedding night! – had been double-booked. A couple of grappas soon settled their emotions.
BIll’s enthusiasm for the grappas was legendary.
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