Tuesday, March 21, 2006

The Wedding

So this is your author all dressed up in the kilt and ready to go. Over the course of the day I perfected this catalogue pose - kilts have no pockets - so you need to hang onto something (no tittering at the back!). Felt great though - when I was walking through the city people were standing aside for me (true story), such is the respect of the Man in Highland Dress. Makes a change from pointing and throwing things, anyway. It's a heavy outfit though - even the tie is 100% wool. And to answer the question you're thinking of - 'nothing'.

The happy couple becoming officially a happy couple, at the City Chambers in Dunfermline, Fife. Despite the gloomy weather, it was dry - albeit windy (an interesting sensation in a kilt). The registry office service was well done, and Michele got most of the way through her vows without blubbing. I was wringing out my hanky at that point...

I look like I'm trying to steal the Bride's big moment here - you can see Paul on the left leaning back out of the way (mostly). The reception was at a 4-star country hotel over the road from Dunfermline FC's stadium - and very nice it was too. Good food, plenty of booze, and a chance to catch up with people who had come from all over the country (and abroad). I should have elbowed my way in a bit more, though... ;)

It's actually against the law to get married in Scotland and not have a Ceilidh afterwards. A cheefully miked-up sergeant-major type was in charge of getting people up and explaining what to do. I'd been to one before, but everything was tough at first. The Scots actually learn Country Dancing at school, whereas we just used to play Top Trumps and swap football stickers. But after a while I picked up each dance - and then it promptly stopped and another one began of even more baffling complexity.

Despite all of us properly dressed up - only one man got the attention on the big day. Outshining even Edd the Groom (formerly Edd the Drummer) was his son Jack, here looking tip-top in his wee kilt. He spent the rest of the ceremony trying to run into the (empty) fireplace, and being restrained by the Best Man. Without doubt Jack ended up being photographed more than the happy couple - but of course nobody minded, least of all Jack.