Post Nuptials
The register office in King's Lynn is based in a wonderful old Hanseatic warehouse on the riverside. The room they use for most of the ceremonies is a beautiful oak beamed chamber. We were married there by the Registrar, an avuncular chap called Colin, who said it was the first time he'd actually presided over a ceremony. There's some debate as to whether he was actually telling the truth or not, Jane thinks he might have just said it as a joke, but he had only worked there less than a year it seems an odd thing to say to a nervous couple!
Newbie or not, we couldn't have hoped for a better person presiding. He gave the proceedings exactly the right mix of lightheartedness and gravitas, I was really chuffed. Although neither Jane or I are religious and didn't want a church service, we didn't feel at all like we experienced a less significant event than we would have had at any church you care to mention.
I got through my reading without blubbing (just a little crack in my voice near the end), and generally everything went swimmingly.
And then we were married.
And then there were more photos, and congratulations, and sparkly drinks, and everything speeded up to a blur.
The lunch with the wedding party was excellent (I heartily recommend Bradley's if you're ever after a good meal or a nice glass or so of wine in the West Norfolk area).
And then there were speeches and things. Some of which were rather embarrassing. But nice.
By the time the evening reception came around we really felt that things had gone perfectly, and anything else going right would be a bonus. Which kind of made the fact that the evening DJ was terrible (really bad, don't use the Carl Simon Disco in King's Lynn unless you're idea of a dance floor filler is Jennifer Rush's "The Power of Love") not entirely the disaster it could have been.
The DJ eventually got the idea though (when various parties started writing long lists of requests on napkins to stop him playing any more awful inappropriate dross) and there were a lot of people dancing by the end.
And it was all, generally, a very good day indeed.
Newbie or not, we couldn't have hoped for a better person presiding. He gave the proceedings exactly the right mix of lightheartedness and gravitas, I was really chuffed. Although neither Jane or I are religious and didn't want a church service, we didn't feel at all like we experienced a less significant event than we would have had at any church you care to mention.
I got through my reading without blubbing (just a little crack in my voice near the end), and generally everything went swimmingly.
And then we were married.
And then there were more photos, and congratulations, and sparkly drinks, and everything speeded up to a blur.
The lunch with the wedding party was excellent (I heartily recommend Bradley's if you're ever after a good meal or a nice glass or so of wine in the West Norfolk area).
And then there were speeches and things. Some of which were rather embarrassing. But nice.
By the time the evening reception came around we really felt that things had gone perfectly, and anything else going right would be a bonus. Which kind of made the fact that the evening DJ was terrible (really bad, don't use the Carl Simon Disco in King's Lynn unless you're idea of a dance floor filler is Jennifer Rush's "The Power of Love") not entirely the disaster it could have been.
The DJ eventually got the idea though (when various parties started writing long lists of requests on napkins to stop him playing any more awful inappropriate dross) and there were a lot of people dancing by the end.
And it was all, generally, a very good day indeed.
May it continue to be as much fun as the first day! All the best :) x
At least your DJ didn't bring his karaoke equipment..
'Tis a fantastic building - I was wed there too.
Well done guys. Wishing you all the best - Us 3 up north (+1).
See ya soon
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