The wedding seemed like a good excuse for a party weekend, even if it was ‘oop North’ in Sheffield. The venue’s kind of quaint, some kind of old garrison prison-house converted to a hotel. It’s in a bit of run down a run down area (they’ve got a Morrisons, for goodness sake, not a Waitrose) but you expected that from having seen ‘The Full Monty’. The only black spot was when the organisers from some Dungeons & Dragons convention in the upstairs rooms came down and complained about the noise, but you sent them packing, despite their mutterings and cursing. Let the good times roll!