  Well, since getting the digital camera, I have been waiting for an oppurtunity to use it and get loads of photos. Well, like buses, this weekend had two reasons - Dad's 50th birthday bash and Titch's wedding. I do have loads of pictures from my Dad's do, but it's really a bunch of his mates and my relations, which is a bit dull for most, really. Two pictures for your perusal, however. The most evil picture of Cassidy ever. Here's my sister, Jo.
Considering how thin she usually is... LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THAT BUMP! Seriously, she was flat as a pancake in the belly 2 weeks ago and now look at her. And now - the story of Sunday. Dan, Pops, Inno, TFMrs and I set off in a taxi, after a bottle of champagne, and arrived at the church at 1pm. Since we had an hour and Leeds v Liverpool was on Premiership Plus, we went up to the pub. However, the pub was too piss poor to pay for the match, so we just had to watch build up for the Carling Cup Final and a dog who could open a packet of crisps. We had a pizza, and then went down to the church. The service was cool - not too formal, except for the vicar going on for ages, and repeating word for word the reading that Vicki had done.
Still, much amusement came from the Vicar's understanding of Titch's life ("...his best man, Andrew, who I believe he met at university, possibly as part of the skydiving club..."). And then, outside for pictures! On to the reception in a minibus, and up to a NICE hotel. It was on the side of a hill, with a long winding road up to the carpark, which had me thinking of The Shining. As we entered, we were greeted by champagne and the most enthusiastic jazz band ever (more on which later). After various mingling and Danny cracking a highly inappropriate joke about Olwen and Titch in front of her father, we went through for the meal - a buffet. It was a nice meal, but unfortunately, there was some kind of cock-up and our table ended up waiting for ages for our fodder. Here's a pic of Pops slipping into a coma, waiting for the potatoes. We were entertained throughout the meal by the jazz band, who were pretty damned good. They had a camp, fat singer with odd facial hair, but towards the end, he hung on to a high note for nearly a minute, and then continuing straight into the rest of the song, which was awesome. One point about the band - they had the coolest bass guitar I've ever seen. And onto the speeches. Olwen's dad came out with a typical dad speech, including stuff about the road signs of Switzerland (it made sense, but still sounds, appropriately, odd). Titch then did an absolutely awesome speech - he basically managed to come across as a guy who didn't know what to say, but then came out with the right stuff.
The best bit of this being when, reading off his list of stuff to do in the speech, he goes "Er, I have to say how good my wife looks", which everyone laughs at, and then turns to Olwen, looked in her eyes and told her she was beautiful. Jesus, he couldn't have planned that better - it nearly had INNO in tears! Jarratt then managed to get a pretty good speech out, based around the fact he had been BANNED from mentioning several stories (hopefully, Jarratt will send me Olwen's e-mail to him...), and brilliantly called Titch "Titch" several times throughout.
So, after the meal and a few more drinks, came JENGA!!!! (Hmmm, that pose could be fun with Photoshop...) A load of games were set up (Twister, Scaletrix and such) but after scaring Titch's cousin off, we had a team game of Jenga. Unbelievably, it went on for ages, until one of Inno's goes. Inno spent about 5 minutes trying to get a block out, and a crowd of all the guests gathered, watching intently. He did it, and we had a couple more rounds with the entire room on tenterhooks! There are two pictures from the wedding that I want - me in Jenga Rambo mode and the moment the tower fell, went shows the despair and joy as the game ended. It was like a cup final. It was a great day, with the bonus that I'm not too bad this morning!
Back of the net. As I said last night, I happily accept having a friend who is the father of a 18 month old child, but having a married friend is extremely bizarre. I have a question to ask before I finish: Is this the Worst. Picture. Ever. Taken? (Oi! Lloyd, you shit. I think if you go through i-do-i-do-i-do.co.uk, it will take you to the Debenham's site. And it might be closed. And Titch may not read this for a while as he is of to Fiji and NZ for a month) 
