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Ushers Robbie & Mark look out |
Where are the Goods? |
When are they gonna photograph us? |
Under the lych gate |
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Now it's snowing! |
No it's only biodegradable confetti |
If I pick it up I can throw it again |
Oh gone on Michael, can I? |
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Give me a hand this icing is thick! |
Just cut it and then we can tuck in |
The table to be on |
No Scotsmen on the head table |
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I'm the best man, so I get all the best jokes |
Not the uncle of the bride |
Would you invite this lot to your wedding? |
Oh no! Simon's gonna get revenge for Christine and John's wedding |
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The usual wedding slow dance, Bride, Groom, Son and ...er bin lorry |
DarcMarc goes crimson |
We'll show them some funky dancing |
Watch out John Travolta, Jeff's on the dance floor |
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Proving that she can still boogie with the best of them |
I'm not pissed...honest |
I'm forever blowing... |
We're not laughing at you Beth! |
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Can I hang out with you young people? |
Who let in Aladdin Sane? |
Now I'll do the trick where I lose all my money and my phone |
Something a bit abstract |