Ten years on

This weekend was spent celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary. So really there's only one photo I can reasonably post today - even though I didn't take it, not the original anyway. It's just a photo of a photo, complete with glare from the glass. But it's also one of my favourite photos. It looks like something David Bailey would have taken in the sixties if you ask me, and it captures the happiness of that amazing day better than any of the other several thousand shots - all taken by my mate Jon Rigby, an excellent (professional) photographer and a jolly nice chap to boot.

YMCA

I just love this picture. Technically it's all over the place, obviously, but just look at what's going on here! The focal point is obviously Stewart's mum, bless her, putting everything she's got into the Y of that timeless Village People classic while nervously looking around her to make sure she's doing it properly. No such reservations from our friend the air hostess in the left foreground, oh no. She's quietly confident as she runs through the motions with no unnecessary drama, but with just a little bit of a flourish. You know, because she can. Stewart has clearly turned into a man twice his real age, strutting around in tiny circles, pointlessly pointing to somewhere in the middle distance, and smiling benignly as he quietly recites the words to himself with his eyes closed. Meanwhile, around the edges of the dancefloor, the ladies look on kindly, smiling that "you're making a complete arse of yourself but it's okay, we still love you" smile, and inwardly congratulating themselves for having resisted Stewart's pleas to join him on the dancefloor. It's a quintessential English wedding reception scene.