It’s as ironic as that song about the spoons.
Only a week after sneering at a blameless young lady from Palmerston North for getting all creepy with a celeb, I find myself in this position:
You may recognise the gentleman who is in my arms as an actor from the Lord of the Rings, but on Saturday he was the celebrant of the wedding I attended, as a friend of the grooms. His name is Bruce Hopkins, and many years ago he did a short film with my sister, also an actor. It was called “The Henchman” and it was about someone’s evil sidekick who wanted to break out of the restrictions of his role and find love (if I remember rightly). He was the henchman of the title and my sister was the lead female and love interest. I’ve got it on VHS somewhere. After the ceremony and one glass of bubbles down, I went up to him for a pic to send to my sister. He went one further and set us up as in a pivotal scene in the film, when the two protagonists waltz. Anyway it was very sweet of him, I don’t know what I was thinking but pleased to have the photo in any event.
p.s. No one else was wearing the same dress, phew!