Burning Ring of Fire

I was fortunate enough to be invited to a really enjoyable wedding in Cornwall last weekend. It just seemed to have everything right, a beautiful church, a witty vicar, blushing bride and nervous groom... yes all you'd expect.

This was followed by the customary reception and photo's on the lawn. I thought the speeches were well pitched and well timed, one speech after each course - although the 15 course Chinese Banquet was probably an oversight (last fact - not fact).

Finally we get to the evenings entertainment, the obligatory family DJ and kids on the dancefloor etc! And fairplay to the couple for choosing Morcheeba as their first song - good choice.

So the end of the night presses on, the DJ announces the last dance, it's an upbeat number and all the remaining revellers form a circle around the dancefloor each taking a turn to run in the middle and do a little solo dance and return. It's all quite amusing, until guest and respected local primary school head-teacher and father of two, who has been allowed of the leash for the night takes his turn in the middle and promptly rips of all his clothes a la Full Monty stylee and makes his exit.

Wedding ring anyone?