Damn if I didn’t say I am lGreg’s sister. It happened so fast. He actually looks better in person. His wife took the picture

Guddly moaning, Gutterfolks. I greet you well.

It was fifty years ago today that I got hitched. A half a century.

I remember the Vicar asking: "If any person here present knows of any reason why Bloke Down The Pub and This Bird should not become lawful husband and wife, let him speak now or forever hold his peace."

I looked around hopefully at my mates, and not one of those buggers said a word.

Then the Vicar said : "Bloke Down The Pub, do you take This Bird to become your lawfully wedded Her Indoors?"

I felt the barrel of her father's shotgun press into my back, and yelped "Yes!"

I was promptly fitted with my ball and chain, and hobbled out of the church a newly married man.

Fifty years, though. Back in the days of flared trousers, winged collars, kipper ties and stacked soles.

Still, Her Indoors hasn't been a bad wife - she's almost like one of the family now.

(Below: scene of the crime, St. Wilfred's Church, Old Arley.)