Getting married and officially getting the comands of WC in the same month?
They are not unrelated. In Mr E's list of demands for handing over the keys to Whitechapel, is stipulation #36: "Marry a Colossal Squid and send me the honeymoon videos"
I don't know if I trust this Spurrier Human. He looks shifty and wears short socks. I don't trust anyone who shows that much ankle as a habit. They tend to be spleen harvesters. You'll see!
@Beamish Cetainly! :) I've really enjoyed hanging out on Whitechapel, so I'll be around, although my default mode on most forums I frequent is lurker and very occasional poster, so you may hear from me a bit less!
@Iceland Bob, J0nCarp3nter - when my wife (who is called Lou) and I were married, in order to gain access to our venue of choice (a beautiful C19th church whose graveyard had been the site of many of our historical debauches) we waited until the Very Serious priest of same was away and roped in an extremely elderly university chaplain who, by his own admission, grew up on a vineyard and had a great appreciation for whiskey.
He forgot our names halfway through the ceremony (just after a long, incoherent ramble about architecture) and married two people called Ray and Dave. One of our friends laughed so hard she smacked her head on the pew in front. We always assumed that Ray was close enough to Kay to make Lou have to be Dave.
True story.
Welcome, O Lord of the WC Eels. I hope your Dave's as nice as mine is.