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What a week! It all started way back when Roy was single in the eyes of the law and I was just single. Dr Hamilton as he is officially known asked me to be best man at his wedding to Genevieve and I was honoured to accept. The stag do was first item on the to-do list and it was a tall order trying to organise a get-together with all the old boys from Uni. We were all pretty evenly spread across the country, no in fact the world and since our graduation nearly two years ago, had failed to successfully organise a single night out.However, with a big helping hand from Dr Phill we had several acres of Worcestershire’s finest countryside at our disposal. It really was quite a spectacular plot and more than one of us commented that we’d actually been on a lot worse countryside holidays than this place. We then eventually got a date sorted; Wednesday 5th July and would be fair to say almost even a plan!

The first part of the day was quad biking. Most of us had never tried this before and weren’t really sure what to expect. But that still didn’t stop certain northerners demanding “pies” at 11am in the blistering heat. This didn’t really do much to amuse our already grumpy host, but he eventually took us out and had quite a good laugh. After all of us had inhaled enough farmyard dust to choke a donkey we moved on to a nearby pub. When I say pub what I really mean is the actual Aidensfield Arms but replacing the fit scouse waitress for a tortoise. Eventually we got back to the ranch but afternoon tea and drinks had taken its toll and the afternoon at the horses was swiftly knocked on the head.

It was therefore time to get tweeded up and set sail up river to some fine English drinking establishments. The voyage was a marvellous one and a special thanks also goes to captain Stevo for supplying us with another vessel, but by all accounts needs to work on his parking. The English pubs didn’t last too long; I think they’re more accustomed to a flannel-esque style of English round those parts! Anyway, that didn’t stop us progressing into Worcester town centre where some entertainment awaited us.

A few light showers during the day and the town was totally flooded. Consequently a lot of the bars had actually shut up shop for the night. Luckily for us the Horn and Trumpet was made of stronger stuff. A lovely lady (well she looked lovely at the time) provided us with the full singing, dancing and shaving foam experience. She also gave Roy a much needed, good whipping! The rest of the evening past by without too much unrest and involved more tweed, some restaurants and a bit of running. So, then it was back to the tents where we endured one of the heaviest storms ever, it was just as well some of us had such a brave tent buddies!

So three days later, for the main event, the reason why all all this supplemental stuff was going on, the wedding itself. I have only been to 3 or 4 weddings in my time, but this was by far the best one. It just seemed to go so effortlessly well. The ceremony felt very right and the reception was top notch. Even the best man’s speech performed by yours truly went superbly well with everyone laughing in the right places and Roy getting suitably embarrassed! Gen looked stunning and Roy didn’t scrub up too bad either! What more can one say?

Also, you can still view all the pictures in standard on page 2.

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This entry was posted on Wednesday, July 19th, 2006 at 9:42 am by Hopkins and is filed under Pictures. Comments are currently closed.