James & Katy's wedding

Cirencester, Sunday 29th May 2011

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There then followed a series of photos involving Mike, Paul, James and pointing fingers.  Paul threaten to goes for his (imaginary) guns...

...but assures Mike that he was just kidding.

A picture of all the peeps.  Well, a lot of them anyway.

Goofballs Paul and James (off camera) disarm Mike with the POWER OF THEIR INDEX FINGERS.  The human body shocks and amazes in equal measure, eh.

Time for a game of spot the difference.  Picture 1.  James attacks Paul with a cocktail stick, who replies with "hey, watch out".

Picture 2.  Answers on a postcard, please.

The esteemed guest list (sans the entire village...).  The table names are all places they have lived, with Granville their current location I think.

This is the top table, aka Granville.

The room full of people.

Katy's dad had the job of the first speech...

...followed up a blurry James...

...and finally best man Paul, all giving entertaining speeches.

The traditional cutting of the cake - unfortunately without heads.

Now that everyone was inside, I decided to go for a bit of fresh air and some photo opportunities before it got dark.  Here is a shot of the venue.

They were catering for outside seating, with a big fire lit here and some stone seating.

A nice little sheltered thing which probably no-one used.

We were in the middle of nowhere, but it was very scenic.  They'd even gone to the trouble of lighting all the little flame-y things.

All the rabble-rousers continued, oblivious.  What if I'd got lost, for chrissakes!

It just seemed a well-looked after venue all-round, with little touches like this.

The loving married couple held each other in anticipation of the first dance.

Free from the constraints of speech anticipation, scalliwag Brunger seems to be tapping his toasting glass.

Mike's normally unkempt hair looked particularly awry here.

One Day Like This was chosen for their first dance, the song that thrust Elbow into the mainstream and helped them to a Mercury Music Prize...

...as it was a song that was played quite a lot in adverts and TV programmes.

And then all were dancing with much abandon.

The more lazy of us, after having chewed on bacon and sausage butties, sat round the table.  Mike shared something hilarious with Dave, but Edyta was less impressed.

And then it was back to the traditional showdown, with the eager revellers (including all of Cirencester, it was rumoured) encircling the bride and groom...

...who it seems had been dancing for hours.  But they hadn't.  Such trickery.

And that was that.  A mundane breakfast at the Little Chef and it was back up the M5 and M6 to home.

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