Bosky - reminds me of my wedding. There we all were, dressed like princesses. The ground was muddy, we were in king dressed and heels and sinking...
A the very annoying photographer was leaping around ‘happy happy!’ ‘Happy happy!’ And acting like he was trying to get a small child to smile in a shopping mall photo boutique.
We were all smiling sweetly but my uncle was filming from behind...
I wish he’d shut the f up
What is wrong with that bloody man?
Take the effing picture before that camera goes somewhere you won’t be able to reach it
I need a bloody drink (one sister wandered off and returned with a bottle cold champagne)
I’m going to punch him on the nose if he doesn’t just stop it...
Lots of swears etc.
My mum was howling when she saw it.