My gorgeous friend Kamila got married this Saturday and the wedding was spectacular. Ceremony at Camden Town Hall - described by many as "the most considerate wedding ceremony of the year" because it was lovely and brief but totally moving and perfect. Then a big red bus to take us all to Conway Hall for what was essentially a dream gig. The bride and groom (aka The Dead Flamingoes) played a song together in lieu of a first dance, and then we had the total treat of dancing the night away to Richard, Kamila & Teddy Thompson, The Pretenders, Edwyn Collins and more... It was totally magical, and very champagney, and the squids were left with grandparents throughout. I got to actually dance (badly) with my husband for the first time in about a year. We even managed to trundle unwisely on to The Groucho Club until 4am. Whoops. Things got slightly pear shaped on Sunday when we had to take the in-laws for a Sunday roast on 1.5 hours' sleep, and Konch realised that someone from St Etienne had gone back to Oxford with his suit jacket...