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Showing posts with label The Coachouse Brighton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Coachouse Brighton. Show all posts
April 15, 2017
October 15, 2016
Helloooo? Magazine: Emma & Tony's Wedding
This is how it looked from my angle. The full story of the wedding is at - http://www.wedpics.com/p/228755859
6 DAYS TO GO!
The night before
And tomorrow will bring me a prince...
2 HOURS TO GO
HALF AN HOUR TO GO
1. Glad Steps (for Emma)
On Marine Parade in Brighton, we bowl,
Father and bride, smiling through the stress,
Amused they hardly notice your heaven-made dress,
Unsure of my feet as I play the role
So many have before by ear, heart and soul,
An unrehearsed novice doing my best
Past this willow pattern chavvy express
Bright town of eyes all but blind to our glow.
At its shabby-chic Hall, and still unsure
Of my lines and moves, I give you away;
You - October sunshine; your groom in tears,
As made up as your mum, your maids of honour,
Your hundred raving guests lost in love's play,
Mutely divining the music of the spheres.
2. Tony
And so - at last - not just in step, in law
We're kin, the son is father to the brother
And wedding-suited well to one another,
The end of a line, un-warp of the flaw,
My gap generation's inherited war
Tie-refashioned; 'What's Tony's best feature?'
Our daughter laughs: what else, that you love her,
A kinship I immediately saw.
The daughter is mother to the woman,
My little girl still beams there in the bride
But needs a mate and Tony you’re the man;
You make the speech you feared and find you can
The pal is pumped up in the father's pride,
The family joy of being human.
AFTERWARDS!
The Mazmeister
'Love's not Time's fool...'
Hear Mazmeister's speech and much else at http://www.wedpics.com/p/228755859
One of my duties as Father of the Bride was to spend the whole morning photographing pretty ladies drinking prosecco. Well someone's got to do it!
The wedding day dawns
and yes it's going to be sunny!
now watch as the wedding women assemble...
the maid of honour starts her work
it's magic
mixed with bubbly
abra-prosecco
It's a Essex thing
Ullo, the other Eams has arrived fram Saffend
bearing quality gifts,
like an air hostess who knows the pilot has bailed out but puts a brave face on it
now for the face
look away now
party on - it's Xanthe and Chloe
the money shot
the Mazmeister
oi oi, the dress...
I fink she likes it
the bridal magazine cover
the maid of honour dress
oh yeah, forgot about him!
ah!
Frodo, have you got the ring?
Er, I fought you ad it...
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