As I have recently learnt, having just the one wedding when you get married is SO last year – in fact a friend in KL is having three, so I wasn’t surprised when Sam and Alice announced that they would be having two weddings.
Wedding number one was yesterday – a beautiful sunny autumn day – at the Town Hall in Islington, a very right-on sort of place, where the wedding advertisement shows the sort of marriage that would get you 50 lashes and ten years in jail in Malaysia –
The art deco interior makes for some lovely photos
And anybody who’s anybody has to have their jacket lining to match their buttonhole –
We did manage to make it as far as the pavement outside before the celebrations started –
And then on to that crucial part of the day … lunch.
The East India Club doesn’t usually allow women into its hallowed halls, but as long as we remained three paces behind the chaps in our unseemly scramble for the Champagne, it seemed to be ok.
I do love a bit of theatre in the dining room, so was impressed with the carving of the cured salmon –
and roast grouse with all the trimmings –
– a thoroughly English meal.
So … wedding number two is scheduled for next summer. Bring it on, is what I say.