Someone was asking me what I was doing on Saturday. I said I was going to a wedding. “Ah well, bad luck” they said. No, I replied. This is the wedding of a goth I used to live with. It should be nothing if not entertaining.
Here’s the happy couple:
I lived with Mr James Lindley in the 3rd year of University and then for a couple of years after and unlike most of my Uni friends we’ve managed to stay in fairly good touch ever since (mainly due to him – I am awful at keeping contact with people as many of you reading this will know.) Speaking of which, there was a good turnout of friends from 10 years ago, some of whom looked exactly the same, some of whom it took me a good couple of hours before I clicked. People who used to have long lanky black hair should be forced to pin a photo of themselves with said hair on their jacket should they later decide to sport very short blond hair. And it was good seeing them again. Nice to dive back into old patterns of behaviour long forgotten.
So far I’ve processed my photos of the ceremony which took place in Castle Bromwich Hall Gardens, a lovely oasis of lovely made even more lovely by the gorgeous early evening sun. Here’s the slideshow:
Photos of the debauchery that followed will emerge like toxic goo at a later date.
loved the dress.
Does that mean there’s a photo of Pete somewhere with hair?