Monday, 2 March 2015

Even The Cake Was In Tiers - Part 94

Now, Mr Smith, as I'm your best man and have even less hair than you do, it's my duty to ensure you're not hungover from last night. 

Now, just lean against this tree and try not to fall over....

Don't you even think about trying to find out what the Hearts score is...


What a bunch of posers. The guy in the kilt is all right though....



Listen, Max, it's not my fault your Daddy wants to bring you up as a Hibby.

Great-Granny with those great grandchildren


I don't know why you're laughing, I haven't paid for the reception yet...



The clock indicates Marion and I have been married for an hour. Meanwhile, along the road, there's still 45 minutes to play at Tynecastle and Hearts are only 1-0 ahead.


An emotional Ranter and his lovely new bride. Even the cake was in tiers...


Radiant. Stunning. Beautiful. A picture of loveliness. But enough about me. Here's a snap of the lovely Mrs Smith.


1 comment:

Adullamite said...

The last picture is excellent!
Superb!