G & M get married
I've known G since we were medical students together in 1977. He's been with M for 18 years and there was a time when I 'counselled' G's mother about his gayness and the fact that he was living with M. She worked quite near to me in Cape Town city centre and we'd meet for lunch at the restaurant in Stuttaford's Town Square (long gone). It took a very long time for her to be accepting of it all and everything seemed to be going really well after their millennium party but there was a major setback last year where she starting asking him about girlfriends that featured in his past. On hearing that they were going to get married she expressed utter dismay and she refused to be at the ceremony.
Although London isn't that far away, I don't get to see G & M that often so I've not blogged about them much. While staying in Surrey when unemployed, I referred to a dinner party at their place and I mentioned the reference letter he wrote so that I could secure my job.
Lots of their friends, some from really far away, were there and it was a touching affair, far more traditional than I'd expected. But, while there may have been a 'wedding cake', the handing out of dope-laden chocolate truffles towards the end of the evening ensured that there was more than one break with tradition.
A number of us spent the night there and had a very leisurely Sunday morning sitting in the sun, nursing hangovers while we drank tea and ate wedding cake. I left later that day to spend the rest of the weekend with the T, Barber of Pinna, as he's referred to by G and M. He liked seeing the pics I took of the event but took special interest in the one of the painting on the mantlepiece.
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