International summit on showing respect while having a row

It was a whirlwind romance and it was love and and now they are man and wife. Just like Disney but no wicked witches, poisoned apples or lengthy
spell induced sleeps.
I have been to a few weddings now but this was my favourite, not just because of the lead actors but because they kept to the best of all plans for any
weddings:

Organise it yourselves and make it true to yourselves.

If I was going to add tags to this wedding I would opt for: elegant,genuine, understated, classy, fun, romantic, loving, emotional and joyous;
that’s pretty good isn’t it?

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I was delighted that Dirk asked me to be his best man but was disappointed that I was far more nervous than him, how ridiculous! All I had to do was
not lose the rings or my speech.

I like the civil marriage ceremony, it is short and powerful.

You feel as though something very special has happened. The registrar and her comedy sidekick were great. She was a calming influence and made
it seem as though it was the only marriage she had to perform that day. In truth, these places are the wedding world equivalent of battery farms but
the bride and groom were made to feel really special.

Amy was gorgeous in her wedding dress and she looked as though she felt gorgeous;

For better or for Vegemite, you either hate it or you hate it

After the ceremony, we all jumped on an old route master bus and sipped champagne; the highlight for me was to see all the guests upstairs craning to
see the views while maintaining all the excitement of schoolchildren.

The wedding party was very similar to a meeting of the United Nations, with the exclusion of perhaps Peru.

There were two staff manning the bus: one (clearly) to drive and one to stop random pedestrians from jumping on. He was kept busy.

A single to Eternity please

The Hempel was a great location for the reception, although I did slightly desert my duties by confidently leading a number of guests into the wrong room completely.

...and he said:'hi I'd like to marry your daughter and we have some exciting news.'

I enjoyed the speeches and the highlight for me was Bertil reminding us how passion might wane but love deepens;
a reminder that we are all on the same bumpy path.

You have 2 weeks to learn to pronounce the family name

For my part, I enjoyed recounting ‘how Dirk is a shrewd man but the only major miscalculation I can recollect was on account of his rivalry with me. He agreed to do the
London to Brighton bicycle ride with me for charity. Forget charity, this was war and the shadow boxing had already begun long before the event. At the time, I was a
regular cyclist and had cycled the route a few times; Dirk was still clinging to former glories and indulged in boastful reverie of the apparently epic 12 mile daily bike
rides to school, weighed down by books and a hat. He was certain that his actions as a schoolboy had carved him into an Olympic cyclist and that for him, fifty miles
was inconsequential. I on the other hand knew that he was not longer a school boy and crucially, that Holland was flat.’

The cheese course made me chuckle, as amongst the cheeses, was a soft, runny cheese with Dirk’s fingerprints all over it; it was as runny as treacle, with the odour of
a newborn’s nappy and was the cheese equivalent of Absinthe. Even I struggled with that one! ‘Please take it away!’ I heard one of the guests say to the waiter.

A good guy has married a lovely lady and they go together like vegemite and marmite…ok, like brie and crackers.

Morris dancing but not as we know it

So England meets New Zealand and Holland in West London and makes a mini-Australian Dutch English New Zealander with love.

There has to be a film in there somewhere.