My cousin Caroline got married on Sunday, to the lovely Mike and Eva-Jane and I were in attendance.
It was a nice wedding, with plenty of weeping and fine food and ales with excellent, pithy speeches by the father of the bride (my marvellous uncle Pete), the groom and of course, the best man (who seemed to have Mike in a constant flux between blushing with his head in his hands and just blushing).
The highlight though was a moment during the legendary wedding disco, where a DJ shouts non-sequiturs into a microphone, mentions the buffet being open and generally plays havoc with your ear drums. My mum was eager to dance but the music was not to her taste and she had no partner, as my father is a militant non-dancer and mentioned to me earlier in the day that if mum made him dance he would feel utterly humiliated.
Then something happened. The DJ slipped on the MC Hammer classic (indeed, the only MC Hammer song of note), "U Can't Touch This" and dad, watching my mum's gloomy face offered to dance with her. Her eyes lit up and they rushed (well, dad hobbled) to the dance floor and then slow danced to one of the worst pop-rap tunes of all time.
These are the moments life is made of.