there’s a more serious story here about vows, meaning, religion and commitment… but suffice to say when i phoned up keir asking whether he fancied dressing up as a vicar, he said it was the best thing he’d heard all week. and so the rings were haribo, and so the vows were the laws of the chuck norris dojo. which made for vows, in hindsight, a damn sight more acceptable than the starter-for-ten i’d given him let alone stories from our recent ‘marriage counselling’ where the likely responsibilities of life twenty years ahead were outlined… and i’m not talking kids.
performance props also to brother tim for ably playing compère, and louis for spinning the wheels of steel. or more accurately, the app for that.