They say it’s best to marry a friend. I’ve already done that in Britt, so on the 2014 Easter weekend I did the next best thing and married someone I used to do a radio show with, and someone I called a friend, and everyone else called her Viv!
Viv and Bart made the trek from Canberra to come back to the Gold Coast to be with their friends and family, and me I’m sure, and celebrated in absolute style at Ecostudio Fellini.
Paul Bamford’s photos are below, and withot question, these are some of the coolest pics I’ve seen in a while, nice work Bam!
Thanks so much for being a brilliant celebrant. We couldn’t have asked for a better ceremony. We were absolutely thrilled with how everything turned out and are very much loving our new title of ‘Team Mellish’ which we are embracing more and more every day! The vows you suggested were great and we loved the light hearted nature of how things ran on the day. A lot of our friends said it was the least boring ceremony they’d ever been to! Winner! Even if the spontaneous singing at the end didn’t quite turn into the eclectic flash mob we hoped it would be, we still managed to have a little bit of a boogie and a good laugh. We’ll have a bit of a chuckle and a smile every time we hear ‘All You Need is Love’ for the rest of our lives. I’m so impressed by the passion you show for your job and the way you make every wedding absolutely personalised for the individual couple. You’re great at what you do and we truly believe everyone should have the chance to be #marriedbyjosh
“A Marriage” by Mark Twain
A marriage…makes ot two fractional lives a whole;
it gives to two purposeless lives a work,
and doubles the strength of each to perform it;
it gives to two questioning natures a reason for living,
and something to live for;
it will give a new gladness to the sunshine,
a new fragrance to the flowers,
a new beauty to the earth,
and a new mystery to life.
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
And the actual selfie
Check out the rest of the photos on Paul’s blog