Well, that's it, first wedding I've been to for a school friend (or anyone close to my age for that matter). Tank and Paula got hitched yesterday in Sedgefield, County Durham and Evan and I made up the Australian contingent. The two of us left London yesterday morning and hopped on a train up to Durham, where we were staying, checked in and then caught a cab to the church. Much to my surprise our travel arrangements went like clockwork, with the train arriving a mere 2 minutes late into Durham station, acceptable by anyone's standards.

The service was nice and the priest (or father or whatever) had a great sense of humour and a bag full of teacher jokes which kept us all amused throughout the entire service.

The reception afterwards was good fun - the table Evan and I were seating on finally worked out our connection halfway through the meal. We were all the people who knew Tank as Tank, not as Andrew. The tables were all named after places from Winnie the Pooh, we were seated at "Big Stones and Rox". The meal was great and the speeches were amusing, especially Iain's. Jill (Tank's mum) told us that there were some friends who came up from New Quay and thought they had the furthest travelled guest title in the bag, apparently they were a little bit annoyed that Evan beat them by such a large margin.

I've got photos, including a few of Tank, Paula and myself - to prove to you doubters that she does, in fact, exist. For now I'm sitting at the train station in Newcastle (all stations and trains seem to have free wireless now, which is brilliant) and the rain has just stopped, so I'm off to my hostel and then flying back to Barcelona tomorrow morning.

I'll post a selection of the myriad of photos that Evan took when I get back home.