Weddings and Droitwich

I went to a wedding at the weekend. Very nice affair it was too, what with speeches, wine, cheesy DJ and a snooker room, the reception had everything. The service itself was excellent too, except for two things. First, I am not sure that it was quite appropriate for the vicar to leave quite such a large pause slap bang in the middle of the phrase "Guy, will you take Rachel's ring and put in on her finger" - certainly not when your congregation is comprised of mainly schoolboys in their late twenties. Second, and at the risk of causing offence to anyone from the Midlands, I'd just like to point out that the accent doesn't exactly add gravitas to an occasion. The preacher was, despite being a methodist, very good, mixing humour and solemnity in a manner which leaves most men of the cloth (Ben King excepted) standing. Unfortunately, his sermon on the value of learning to forgive and accept that your partner is not as perfect as you perhaps first thought lost something when delivered in a voice that came from somewhere between Ozzy Osborne and Gary Lineker. "And oi 'owpe ewe'll be verry 'appy togevver for the rest of yower dayze". People of Leicester, bear this in mind when choosing a career.