The Wedding Of The Season

Well the wedding went really well and Debs was beautiful. There was of course the obligatory little hiccup, which didn't set the day too well - the make-up lady didn't turn up at the hair salon. Luckily the manager of the salon was very professional and took Debs round the Mac shop on Oxford Street (Sydney), where they kindly saved the day. Naughty make-up lady. Debs emerged stunning with a few little extras (little false eyelashes) which made her very coquettish. All was quickly forgotten as we washed away a couple of glasses of champers before the photographer arrived and the formalities started.

As far as I believe, not all was running so smoothly at the groom's camp. Besides frequent toilet trips, nervous sweating and very fiddly ties, they managed to turn up at the church on time. By the time we got there, there were still guests arriving (due to Sydney's inefficient taxi service) and the groom and his groomsmen seemed to be dashing in and out of the loo. Whilst all this was going on, we kept hidden behind some trees and out of the sweltering sun.

The service was good and all was fine. There were a few moments of tears, from the bride, groom and mother of the bride, but still everyone managed through and an ecstatic Mr and Mrs Woodford emerged from the church.






On to the reception and again, we all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves drinking champers and Pimms on the lawn. Very civilised. Stu and I ran round taking Polaroid snaps of all the guests so we could compile the guest book while the rest of the guests nibbled on some scrumptious canapes. (We missed out as carrying drinks, camera, postcards, pens, film and organising guests didn't leave a free hand for canapes. Damn - they looked good!)

The meal was lovely. Probably the best wedding food I've ever had (besides the food at our own wedding, of course). In true Ozzy style, half the guests had fish and the rest beef. Perfectly cooked and beautifully presented. If you didn't like what you were given, you simply swapped with your neighbour. The catering company did a fab job.




The speeches broke up the servings of food and once again there were a few tears, lots of laughs and one or two boos - poor best man! Never mind. All was quickly forgiven and the guests were left with a lovely memory of the groom from his stag do. Ouch - that looks painful!










We danced well until 11am, the bouquet was thrown and then stumbled down to the taxis and on to a nightclub for some; bed for the rest of us.



A lovely day.