Seaside wedding.

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Today we went to kirsten2 and yaruar's wedding. It were fab.

The morning was a fabulous cavalcade of packing stuff and clearing stuff and looking for stuff that had been packed in boxes the night before and tearing our hair out. I got to iron my suit too, having failed to find a dry cleaner in time Friday. The landlord finally showed just as Liz and I were leaving the house. First minicab (which took fifteen minutes to arrive), the driver didn't speak English, didn't know where Greenwich was and didn't have a GPS. We had to get out and call another. After another ten, we gave up and walked to another minicab office and cancelled the first (who apparently still showed up). The roads were batshit insane, with assorted roadworks, crashes and Ramadan. After getting out of the house at quarter to two, we arrived at quarter past three.

We arrived at the end of interlock's reading. The church was fabulous. The service was conducted by Kirsten's stepfather, who told with glee of how the twenty-ninth Archbishop of Canterbury was killed by Vikings on this spot in 1012. The couple looked fabulous. I brought my camera and two spare batteries but managed no photos whatsoever of the event itself or the happy couple, being as I was wound up like a violin string. Bah!

Most of the crowd nicked off to the daytime bit of the reception. We went over to girfan and hirez' hotel — they had arrived just as the crowd was leaving, and John got a pic of the couple on his camera phone — and settled in the café for *pint*age. I really, really needed that. John talks the best rubbish ever and we really need to meet and talk rubbish more often than every year or two. We were too wiped out to make the evening reception ourselves, but I did get pics of Pat and John:

Greenwich looks like a seaside town. It's hard to believe it's so close to Docklands and the city.

All our congratulations to Nick and Kirsten. Well done!