Welcome to Sharon and Pierre’s wedding. Now you see, as you’re about to find out, this wedding was all about legs. Firstly, there was my right leg which was not in the best shape it’s ever been in. You see, a week before Sharon and Pierre’s wedding I ripped my darned calf muscle on the treadmill (and I did a pretty good job of damaging it properly). So with 6 days to go before the wedding I pitched up at the physio and said: ‘Dominique, I don’t care what you do, I don’t care how much pain you put me through, you can stick all the needles into me that you want to, just fix this leg my girl.’ To be honest, I didn’t think she’d get it right, but whatever she did worked. So she strapped me up, pushed me out of the door and said: ‘go forth and shoot your wedding young man.’ And so it was that Saturday came and I walked into Sharon and her bridesmaids getting all dolled up thanks to the supreme talents of Helga. Now the first thing that struck me was that Sharon had chosen a killer of a house to get ready in. It was just so tastefully decorated – beach and sea decor mixed with a bit of homespun plaaskombuis. It was awesome. The second thing that caught my eye was that Sharon’s bridesmaids had quite nice legs if you like that sort of thing. Which I do. I wasn’t sure where to look – at the decor, or the legs that kept on ambling by. So I just sort of pointed the camera at a bit of decor, then at a bit of leg, then at a bit of decor, and so on and so forth. And the cherry on the cake is that everyone was pretty nice too! They kept offering me beer and food and I felt bad declining, but hey, for me this was office hours! Anyway, I was having an immense amount of fun. Off I went to the ceremony area which was going to be the first real calf-muscle test because the ceremony was way out at the lighthouse and a lot of soft sand had to be negotiated. But that physiotherapist of mine is a legend I tell you, and I was holding up. I said howzit to Pierre (who was looking pretty darned calm as his life flashed before him) and the next thing… ta-daaaa, Sharon arrived. An hour later it was all done and dusted as all the guests happily tucked into oysters and sushi and champers. And so the sun set and off to the reception we went at the lovely Shelley Point Hotel. Speeches, laughter, cake cutting, and then Sharon came over to me and said: ‘Warren, would you mind taking a photo of me with 4 of my friends.’ Then she paused and said to me: ‘they all have very beautiful legs.’ I looked to my right as 4 sets of absolutely perfect legs approached in slow motion. It was like something out of a Hollywood movie as the theme tune to The Good, the Bad and the Ugly whistled inside my head. I felt my calf muscle twitch. I was about to go over. I staggered. Once. Twice. But the strapping held firm and I got the shot. Told you I had a great physio. Thanks for a fantastic wedding guys, you were awesome!