Clive and Pippa: The first few pictures

As promised, some photos from the wedding. I'm under strict orders to go to bed, so will have to make this quick.

The groom, radiant, at the pub before the ceremony -- pre-match drinks being an essential part of any traditional English wedding.



The best man, attempting to tie his cravat properly. He made a pretty good fist of it -- eventually -- and was an excellent best man, coping admirably with the shockingly unrehearsed ushers.



The ring-bearer: One pickled egg to rule them all. Batman masks are apparently de rigeur at all the most fashionable London weddings, nowadays.



The serious stuff in the church.



Emmie, the noisy offspring, not allowed in for the serious stuff in the church. Why are dogs banned, but babies allowed?



More to come tomorrow when I'm not using one of the slowest PCs ever allowed out of the factory. Or our dying-on-its-attractive-yet-woefully-underpowered base (and thus equally slow) Mac.