anti-pasti, hawaiian pizzas & ice cream

And so the big day dawns, and it dawns beautifully! It's clearly baking hot with what can only be described - much to Page's amusement - as a fatal wind. Reader, the feckless youth mocked my description, but I was proved correct as Lucyfer's skin later attested. At least I don't think she was that shade of lobster before. Anyhoo, cracking on as I know this is over a week late now...

As predicted, last night's Cranium backfired, but only Tom who's clearly suffering. This turns out to be an opportunity for myself and Lucyfer who help ourselves to his sausages from the marvellous breakfast cooked by Jody, Amy and Euan.

Breakfast over, there's only a few short hours to nibble the complimentary clotted cream and strawberries in the sun before we have to get changed for Jandy's connubial nuptials.

Here we are relaxing post ceremony on the Ha-Ha outside Scorrier House:

From left to right: Mr Robin Brown ESQ, Mr G Tom ESQ, Mrs Anouska Louise Barnes, Miss Rachel Ferguson, Emma ?, Miss Sasha Breslau, Mrs Amy Steele Smith, Mr Matt & Mr Joe Smith. Being the senior married couple, we occupied the Mr & Mrs Elton role.

And here is the crack former-Channel 4 Entertainment team:


Jon, being from Ashby via Hawaii, and Mandy being from Cornwall via Planet Hello Kitty, meant the meal was a brilliant mix of party food which tipped its cap to both; anti-pasti to start, a selection of pastas and pizza for main, and Mandy's family recipe ice cream for dessert.

Throw in a keg of beer, party poppers, fake moustaches, leis, silly balloons and somewhat inexplicably, a Native American headdress, and the whole thing turned into the perfect kids party. Which suited mine and mccarthy's silly dancing down to the ground.

Naturally Ana being the next David Irving, I'm not allowed to show silly dancing pictures because IT NEVER HAPPENED! Much like her shouting at the DJ when he played Bat Out of Hell, the post-dancing cornish pasties, and Rachel wrestling Sasha off my hip so she could be spun and dipped on the dancefloor also didn't happen. Instead here's a picture of us being sensible:


M congrats Jandy, btw. We loved it!