Jeez… I’m leading with a shot of a groom! I know. It never happens. This is James…. aka Robert Downey Snr. He’s the brother of one of my best mates, so he gets the lead. After two beautiful kids, memory loss, and living in a danger zone half way across the world, he finally married the beautiful Leanne recently at Polhawn Fort down in Cornwall. And about time too. No idea what’s been keeping him.

There was a freezing cold dip in the sea whilst I stood on the beach getting pelted with rain. There was a bottle of Sailor Jerry. There was a lot of prosecco! My mate Damon had managed to smash his ankles to smithereens at the stag party, and attended in a wheelchair bearing pots on both feet… I told you, these lot are reckless. James’ speech was second to none… I still have no idea how Leanne puts up with him! The beer-off was quite frankly, something to behold and the nipple count amongst the bridesmaids was the highest yet. Plus, these crazy people are jokers. They never stop messing about.

And most of all, they made me feel like family – and by that I mean when I arrived at 1am after a ten hour drive, I was immediately given booze. It was my kind of wedding.

Snogs to James and Leanne who are beautiful, crazy people inside and out. Big shout outs to my mate Hels for making me smile for years and years and to Laura who responded to make up requests at the drop of a hat and yet still managed to be completely picture perfect herself.

We’re gonna do it again next year right? Ace.