All that comes with it

I’m getting quite into my photography these days. So much so that Kerry is hardly getting a look in with the camera, which is a little unfair seeing as though she paid for it. The beauty of having a reasonable quality digital camera is that it does half the work and you can take a bazillion photos and then only show people the best ones. For example, despite Paul saying I took an enormous amount of photos at Jez and Lou’s weddings I am only releasing a select few for public consumption.

This is where the wedding itself took place. We didn’t see the actual ceremony as there wasn’t enough space, so I guess we only have Jez and Lou’s word that they are actually married. The whole thing could have been an elaborate hoax to prise wedding presents off us. Of course the wedding probably cost about as much as I earn in a year, but they could have really wanted those matching flannels we bought them.

These are the glasses of pink champagne that the bride and groom were holding prior to being called away to meet and greet the hordes. I’d like to claim credit for this rather arty shot, but I would have never thought to do it if Kerry hadn’t told me to. There is a reason she gets paid to take photos and I don’t.

Paul in his standard photographic posture. He’s such a charmer. Three brownie points to any American who can tell me the cultural and historic significance of the V sign.

Another arty photo, this time of Fountains Abby itself. I must admit it was the best place for a wedding that I’ve ever been to. From the meal through the speeches and the band the whole thing was absolutely fantastic.

This would be a fantastic photo of Paul and Becky if it weren’t for the fact that Paul has a blurred head. It’s not due to my poor photographic skills, his head is naturally that blurred.

Craig and Caroline. In his speech the groom referred to a review of a play that he and Craig had been in where Craig had been described as a “master of slapstick”. Master of slapheads more like! (You don’t like it Craig? You don’t like me referring to your bald head in a detrimental fashion? Then get your own blog and retaliate you baldy shortarse son of a motherless goat).

You can see more of the photo’s here