That Wedding

In the light that shines so brightly from the disc of official wedding photos which I today acquired, yes that wedding, I find myself emerging as if from a mist to reflect in full on the events of that momentous day. I’ve always had a problem with being both the observer of and the participant in the – ah - well whatever really. None the less with the Wedding. It took these snaps which of course include me to fully comprehend the wonder of what then occurred.

If you have the time please bear with me as I take you through the events of this day as perceived by me and if you too were there compare mine with your experience. If you were not there then this is the ‘honest to god’ real truth ‘no kidding’. Photos don’t lie.

Much preceded this casual looking though seriously tense arrival. And no I cannot explain what looks like a grey smudge on alice’s bosom.


And a great deal of credit for the expertise and aplomb of this credible representation of a casual entrance should be credited to the two lovelies seen here with Alice.



Gabby the underwear expert and all round competent in times of stress and speech making, will be familiar to most of you but Katie, K-K-K-K-Katie, the voice of reason though not without wit, who was responsible for Alice and Gabbs make up, you may not. It was she who kept me certainly, and I expect Alice too, sane at the aptly named Vibe as what seemed like bus loads of relatives and guests arrived and departed the official suite.

If any of you think the event not important enough for this state of nerves then allow me to present here the type of company in attendance.


I don’t know about the other two but the bloke on the right is Bob Ellis’s teacher from school days. Did anyone tell you that Gabb? Imagine what he could tell, er teach us.

Les Murry was even there, I swear though I have yet to find photographic evidence.


The one in the middle here is Mrs. Ran, you know the one who tells the South Australian Premier when to put the garbage out. To her right is the proprietor of Dinosaur Designs for those of you hip enough

And no one is going to tell me that Maggie Fink did not produce this shot




As luck was bound to have it we were now only a few minutes away from tight ring situations to the first glass of champs.




We were able to relax enough for some of us to even make speeches





For a while there it seemed like an open mike





And after the bridal waltz, in this instance a boso nova version with a tricky hair in cuff link twist ..




We were able to relax and enjoy ourselves



Problem is, as always there are far too many pretty girls to fall in love with at weddings. Who could resist nieces.




Sisters and Cousins




Brides school friends







Brides work friends




Emma in a clip from the recent film adaptation of the novel Jane Austen wrote about her.




Hanna: Immortalized by The Temperance Seven, you know, Hard Hearted Hanna the Vamp from Savannah




MMmmm! So many beautiful girls


Robert