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Middlesbrough Register Office was the venue for the done deed then off to the Cambridge Hotel for a few jars of Ayingerbrau. An afternoon train courtesy of GNER took us south.
'Our lass' only dropped the Moet on the floor as we got out of our taxi at Darlo' station, lucky for her it didn't break. It did did manage to get us a couple of free brandies on the train though. Some posh bloke in a suit accidentally knocked me getting into his seat and when I sprayed the Moet all over the carriage he thought it was his fault.
A quiet evening at the local in Bayswater was the plan. The last thing I can remember is haggling over a red rose with some cockney barrow boy. Three quid he wanted for one rose, I offered him one. In the end some Aussie guy bought one for 'our lass'.
The day after the night before I wasn't in much of a sightseeing mood but our lass dragged me round a few shops in the West End. Finished off the pizza that I found in my pocket, from the night before, for my dinner. The evening was spent in and around 'Punch & Judy's, Covent Garden with about 20,000 other Boro fans.
Match day had arrived and what a spectacle it was, 35,000 Boro fans, every one in red and white. We had top seats in the Olympic Gallery but unfortunately the match didn't live up to everyone's great expectations.
Apparently there was a 'Congratulations' message on the Wembley scoreboard at half time but we must have been necking at the time (sic!). It wasn't very pleasant traveling back on the underground full of Cockney bastards, but a few pints soon put that right.
A trip to London Zoo the following day completed our honeymoon. I certainly won't forget my wedding anniversary in a hurry, March the twenty fif . . .I mean twenty third.
Reggie.
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