Louise and Mark's wedding - the unofficial footage

Last weekend saw the communion of Marie's sister Lou, and a rather lucky gent called Mark (or Staff Sergeant Jarman to you, sunshine). Much fun was had by all, as hopefully the collection of photos and videos below show.

Your carriage awaits:


A moment of serenity in a morning of blue-arsed chaos:


The signing of the register:




Ahh, bless:


Three generations:


Bride, groom, best man and the comedy turn (see later):


"Sir" steals a kiss:


A lovely little collection of shots now, so I'll keep quiet for a bit. This is probably my fave though:


















And so to lunch:


On your marks, get set, EAT!


Victory is mine:


A rather fine baileys and chocolate masterpiece:


That's a big chopper, ahahaha. But I digress:


Hazel, aka Lou's aunty, aka "The Gannet", for those who saw the arrival (and demolition) of her slice of cake:


Awww no, he's going to cry again!


"And that's the key for the back door!" (Rest of joke available upon proof of age):


Andy: "Ave it!"
Robbo: "You jammy b******"


Help!


The end of Spoof:


Sgt Moneybags:


The first dance:


AS YOU WERE! (apologies for the angle of the picture)


Giggle giggle:


"You'se me best sister, you are. Hic."


Me and the wife:


Grainy footage from the second night, of Marie, Mark and Lou wondering where I was. In the kebab house, duh!


May they have many happy times ahead of them.

STOP PRESS: To add to the celebrations, Lou has just been told by her CO that she'll be made Sergeant imminently. Congratulations!

Squeaky bum time

To use the vernacular of a man whose emotions are probably better described at the moment as 'sour grapes' time.

It's teh big match tonight. I have mixed emotions regarding our chances, though they may be summed up by the following bets, recently placed:
Pool to win 2-1 in normal time 33-1, £2
Pool to win in extra time 31-1, £2
First goal to be scored in 61st to 70th minute 32-1, £2
Kaka to score during the 90 minutes 33-10, £5

Whatever happens, at least we can say we were in with a chance, and hadn't pissed it up the wall three weeks ago.

Non-partisan posts to resume soon.

Should you be wanting a little sing-song.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The adrenaline hasn't worn off enough to fully realise what a bad post this would be if we lost the final, but:

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Luntino shares the sentiment:

Millhouse, er, doesn't quite join in the spirited celebrations:

And finally, we must pay tribute to a man central to the whole glorious event. A man who manages once again to throw hundreds of millions of pounds-worth of talent down the swanee. A man who tirelessly devotes his energy to proving that money can't buy you success. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you:

There's only one obvious link that will fit the bill here. 'nuff said.