Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 18 May 2013
In the tradition of week-long medieval marriages, the wedding of the century finally came to a close last night with a good party.
Loads of people who couldn't make it to the actual ceremony turned up, as well as everyone who could, and we all dressed in the same clothes as we wore last Saturday - including the photographer. I didn't even wash my shirt.
Nomatter how much I wash my neck before donning a white shirt, I always find a dirty mark running around the inside of the collar after about 10 minutes wear. Some people just cannot stay clean, and it seems I am one of them. I heard of a wealthy person who wore a brand-new, white shirt every day of the week and I understand why, but I am not one of them.
There was a Christian woman giving a holier-than-thou talk on the radio last week, and she scathingly said that all the money which used to be saved up by couples starting a new life together was now spent on one day of wedding celebrations, the average being about £20,000.
Modern weddings, she said, were an end in themselves - the vows being just a garnish on a grand pile of showy ceremonial flim-flam, and usually the weddings ended in acrimonious divorce a year or so later. Wouldn't be better, she added, if we all tightened our belts in these times of austerity and concentrated on God instead of Hello! magazine? Well actually, no it wouldn't, you bloody puritanical spoil-sport.
H.I.'s daughter has been planning this event in her head for over 40 years now and she already has two loving, grown-up children, so what better time to blow a load of money you haven't got and celebrate in style, surrounded by all the nearest and dearest who have stuck by you through years of struggle and hardship since childhood?
Weddings are always fairly easy to enjoy, but I can honestly say that I have never enjoyed one so much as this one - for many different reasons. I have never been to one at which the vows have been said with such sincerity and affection, and the response from the congregation has been so heartfelt. People talk lightly about being surrounded by love, but in all three events since last Saturday, this was a reality.
Anyway, I got up with a bit of a hangover at about midday today - nothing unusual about that. Life goes on. (I know. just another excuse to put up the picture of Green-Eyes, the bride's daughter.)