"Suits you, Sir!"

This is my wedding dress.  Made by a tailor in the nearby town of Wolverton for the princely sum of £20.00.  

It's a bit restrained - I didn't want to out-bling Anniemay.  Her dress has more sparkle than a Strictly night in Blackpool.

I last wore something like this in the 1960s.  I had long hair and a beard at the time.  I still have a beard, but the long hair's gone.

I'm thinking about gigging in it after we get back from India.  Or perhaps not.


On a sadder note - RIP Christine McVie (or Christine Perfect when I first heard her.  And perfect she was.)