Yes, I really did take a picture of you after six hours' drinking.

Apologies for not posting earlier; I was on my honeymoon.

Photo sets: Arkady, Suzi, Sciamachy, Sean (all done on a cameraphone), Rosie (and her reception pics), Duster, Andrew. Any others?

The wedding enterprise was brightened immeasurably by my parents showing from Australia the day before, and staying at our place the first couple of nights. We woke up nice and early on Saturday. redcountess and I had stress tizzies at each other while arkady got me ready and we got out and to the pub with the Cake. Bus back to the Register Office by eleven, with people showing until about twenty past.

About thirty people showed for the ceremony, which was just enough for the room: my parents Shirley and Wayne, my aunt Jensine and uncle Colin, arkady, dathedi, ali_anarres, ksta, leunnammi, ewtikins, avalon_bliss, zeke_hubris, sheridanwilde, teqkiller, muftak, stevenothing, sparklielizard, gothstevek, silverfiligree, sbp, barbedwirekiss, gashinryu, blaadyblah, ickle_yuki, thamshere, sciamachy and Sue, Ingvar, damerell, cyberneph and fluffymark.

Liz looked Utterly Resplendent in a shiny gold cherry blossom cheongsam and matching shoes, which is an easy way to outshine a room full of people in black. I wore a black poet's shirt, PVC trousers and New Rock shoes (an outfit Liz and Rose are both trying to convince me to wear more often). The music was William Orbit doing Barber's "Adagio For Strings." (Starting with the straight version, only then letting it go into the Ferry Corsten doof mix.) The Register Office was air conditioned, praise be. Videos were taken by Avalon and my mother. Rose took care to glare at the room when the registrar asked if anyone had any objections to this union. (If only she'd brought the sword!) Everyone was kind enough to restrain their sniggering when the registrar said the word "exclusively."

Out into the garden for more pics, then herding people and goths onto buses (hence the saying "as organised as a bunch of goths") and off to the pub. For six hours' drinking and partying. Extra people who showed for the pub: mouseboks, corsetboy, ms_cc, duster340, princesssulky, valkyriekaren, daneel_olivaw, Christian, mjg59, _nicolai_, MikeWD, greap, giolla, gothslut, alixandrea, firewoman, bellinghman, bellinghwoman, lusercop, Gideon and Jen and wintrmute. (I think that's everyone.) The pub had Real Beer on (Courage and IPA) and served up a ridiculous amount of food - that "light buffet for forty" would have done seventy, I think. Liz and the family fell over at six, Rose and I stayed for the remaining twenty or so hardened revellers until seven. (Rose wishes to point out that she really was as trashed as she looked in the photos. But it is the Best Man's job to Take Care of the groom.) It was a TOP PARTY and I heartily recommend the Bell to everyone. Say we sent you.

I snogged three people I wasn't married to or going out with at the pub. (And I'm not naming them.)

Here is the original invitation (366KB PDF) and here is the recipe for the Enormously Popular Cake. You can leave out the step involving an eight-year-old daughter knocking all the colouring onto the carpet at a particularly opportune moment.

Too much of The Honeymoon has been spent with a summer cold. We did go touristing with the parents, to Shakespeare's Globe and the London Eye. Also went to the V&A for the Art Deco exhibition. The rest was spent in bed. For the wrong reasons, unfortunately. How annoying.

I am slowly getting used to this gold thing on the fourth finger of my left hand. I think I like it.

Note to photographers: I am seeking to collect original camera images of the above photo sets for hypothetical grandchildren or whatever. If you can burn a CD or something, good. If not, please get in touch and we'll work something out.