got married in the highlands of Scotland this weekend and made me wear a kilt. There is no Scottish blood in our family, he is simply a McUnusual and romantic person as the shot below might go some way to illustrating. He married his long term girlfriend, Sam, in the garden of a friend’s house. The friends were called Neil and Sally-Anne and the were probably the most hospitable hosts in history. The beer tent was a teepee, and the groom said during his address to the assembled that he was certain that he would be with Sam for the rest of his life; it was tears all round. The whole thing was a splendid combination of formal dress and rock festival hippiness and there was a shock announcement too, of a pregnacy, from my sister. The only thing the Do lacked was a fight, but Neil’s great mate Nigel, who came up from a secret location in the home counties to help, was an MI5 Agent and would have cut out any of that if it had started anyway. I had nothing of any note under my kilt and only a badly edited speech in my sporan.
Bumble and McMe