on the 29th april, like everyone else, i overdosed on patriotism, pimms and good cheer (anyone know a suitable word beginning with p??) – getting my red white and blues out for the lads.
and then the next morning, like everyone else, i woke up with a hangover. not just from the shots (although ultimate power ballads night is not one for sensible decision making) but from excess jubilation. and much like if someone handed you a tequila shot the morning after, any images of “The Dress(TM)”, pippa’s peachy posterior, or the balcony moment (and yes that includes officially the cutest moment in the world, starring a noisy crowd and a grumpy bridesmaid) induced a slight nausea and headache and the yelp “get that thing away from me” before heading back to bed and hiding under the duvet.
however, time has passed and i am fickle. and lord knows i’m a sucker for a love story and a huge wedding. so here are a few images from the day i spent celebrating with the rest of the world:
guards on patrol:
trying for a better view:
mid cockney knees-up:
and telling it like it is: