And the winner was…

Ok, I was wrong. The wedding wasn’t a struggle. But then I said I wasn’t going to drink, and I did. Conversation flowed, laughs were had and it all turned out well in the end.

And any best mans speech that can start, “I’ll admit to being a bit nervous. This isn’t the first time today I’ve got up from a warm seat with some paper in my hand”, deserves a salute. Rob, I salute you.

And the groom turned up in a bright red Ferrari.

Posted by David Artiss

Enterprise Happiness Engineer for the WordPress VIP team at Automattic. Gamer, film lover and general fan of all things Marvel, Star Trek and Star Wars. Failed comedian. Writer for The Big Tech Question. World's Greatest Grandma.

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