Weddings always honk of good vibrations - and the one we
attended back at the fag end of August was no exception. Our buddies Chris and
Zen were getting hitched and had requested that myself and regular Homebase
customer and one time disco punk Def Stef man the ones, the twos and maybe even
the threes to provide the soundtrack. This was earlier in the year, and meant
that many of the moments inbetween times had been spent contemplating what to
play and where to get that tuneful mother from.
I asked the Idjut Boys back in June what one should play at a wedding bash - they suggested it would be a
worthwhile notion to play music from adverts. It was a tip I took the liberty
of ignoring…
By the time the big day came, we were armed and potentially
dangerous - we had records, bow ties (which turned out to be too taxing to put
on but the intention, if not the wherewithal, was there) and a Pret breakfast
in our clammy paws when we boarded the train. Luck was also on our side as we
bagged the best seats in the house right next to the bogs - there was plenty of
leg room and enough space for his Defness to sew on a button and get a stain on
his delicious looking shirt.
Our day time business ran like the bowels of a man with a
runny case of gut rot - somewhat loosely. The train took us into the heart of
Norfolk with just enough time to catch our lift and land at the venue (
Titchwell Manor - check it here) - then cue
an hour of panic - we were faced with wires and wires and stuff that had to go
on the end of the wires for sound to come out. Thankfully, Stef is a man who
loves wires and accompanying ‘stuff’ and after a slightly sweaty, frantic time
we had sound and five minutes to prepare our wardrobes.
The important stuff went beautifully - almost - the bride
and groom were successfully unified and we were soon nomming on champagne and slurping
on mojito mousse in the palatial gardens of the venue. The drinking and general tomfoolery
was also large. Unfortunately we enjoyed ourselves so much that by the time we
got to DJ I was seeing a few things over than records. Mainly big, fat pint
pots rippling with lager.
Despite us both being a little all over the shop, Stef did a mint job of holding our musical show together and
ensuring the wedding party got their collective groove on big time. We played a
selection of bangers, had a mild tiff over the suitability of playing Imagination’s
Just An Illusion before passing out in our room with the single beds pushed
together.
The next day started off groggily but went on to be just as
big - albeit in a different way - a bloody mary and tight fry up for breakfast, a stroll on the Norfolk
beaches, a cig in the dunes, a spot of sand castle building before a slab of
barbecue in the garden of the parents of the groom. Props to the groom’s dad -
he barbecued some immaculate meat and even allowed us to play
the Kiss the Fist podcast to the
selected attendees.
Nice one again to the bride and groom for letting us play - it was a mint do - and props to everyone we saw and met and drove us around Norfolk with a shitload of records in our paws. We had a right time...
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| Road Trip |
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| Nice seats |
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| Sewing flex |
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| The hobs are on mate |
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| It's a groom ting |
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| The set up |
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| Thanks guys |
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| The day after |
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| Bit baked on the beach |
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| Playing the Kiss the Fist podcast at the post-wedding bbq - result! |
