the wedding season kicks off in style

We dragged Andy and Samantha all the way to Canada for our wedding, so it was nice that they didn't return the favour, instead forcing us 10 minutes up the road, a £2 bus ride away, to Richmond.

All the usual highlights. 9 to 5, Dunny with his tie on his head and far too many brandys all round.

the moment we had all been waiting for. it isn't a wedding until...
 

nathan being nathan
 

stripes and spots
 

squirming
 

tacky wedding disco photo
 

larging it
 

scary monsters
 

top table
 

trumping
 

 

married
 

eeek
 

say cheese
 

best man
 

here comes the bride
 

debating
 

our greatest, our only even, reader
 

new york glamour
 

the man of the moment
 

the express
 

home truths

A few snaps from the domestic front. Courtney digs up the garden, followed by the arrival of our misshaped sofa. Brown with orange spots, a style disaster even Posh and Becks would be proud of.

green fingers
 

orange spots
 

brewsters millions

Without the millions.

To celebrate 10 years of Tony Blair, we left London to visit the good old us of a. The camera didn't make it out the pocket as much as it used to, but here's the few occasions when it did.

Proving we are still drop dead cool, living on the edge, avant garde etc, we spent Saturday night hanging out at a jazz club in Harlem. We even stayed till 1am when it became apparent that our drop dead coolness was being somewhat impaired by Ms Love falling asleep repeatedly.

pretzels and yellow cabs
 

korean noodle queen
 

crocodile dundee