03/09/2025
This one was a total privilege—and another cross-border caper, all the way down to Clitheroe for my brilliant niece Abbie and my now nephew in-law, Wayne. Technically outside my jurisdiction (I’m more of a local legend than a national treasure), so the ceremony came in two parts. For the legal aspects they had a lovely registrar local to the area come and take care of all that. Then I swooped in for the fun bit: telling their story, in their own words, with a few cheeky twists also inviting family from both sides to step up and share readings that brought the room together.
From start to finish, the day was a flawless masterclass in how to throw a wedding. You could tell every detail had been lovingly plotted.
Now, the donut wall was a special experience, don’t get me wrong. But the moment that truly stole the show? Near the end of the meal, a Deliveroo guy strolls in, pizza box in hand, asking for the father of the bride. Cue confusion, mild panic, and a few guests wondering if someone had ordered a cheeky Margherita mid-toast. Then—boom—the box opens, out pops a microphone, and he starts belting Nessun Dorma like he’s auditioning for the Royal Opera House. The place went crazy
And just when we thought we’d peaked, the room erupts into a mass conga to 500 Miles— That moment set the tone for a party that absolutely delivered. Thank you for asking me to be part of your big day
