Weddings, weather & Wanderers

Yesterday we were invited/gatecrashed our boss's daughter's wedding out on the outskirts of Nairobi. Obviously, this being a Kenyan wedding, the bride walking down the aisle was scheduled for 10.00am; we got there at ten past ten and were the first people to arrive. The service kicked off soon after 11, and was a Baptist ceremony - which means lots of singing, clapping and "PRAISE THE LORD"s, which is all great fun. The Pastor also seemed to be reading from a Powerpoint presentation on his laptop, which seemed very progressive.

The ceremony was followed by a reception afterwards (at which point, everybody else turns up for the free food. Some human behaviour is universal). The reception was very bravely organised outside in a garden - we're currently in the height of the Kenyan winter, which means this:

As opposed to the height of the British summer, which means this:

And everybody (myself included) is complaining about the cold; to be fair, sometimes in the evening you really do need a sweater. I think I might find Christmas in London a little difficult.

All good fun - we got roped into dancing once (very much against my will, but when you're the only white guy in a large group you seem to get picked on quite a lot), and received 3 phone numbers scribbled on a napkin by a very amused waiter. We had to leave a little early due to other commitments (Premiership has restarted again! Finally - a month without football is more than enough). There's a sports bar near the flat with about 25 screens, all of which were showing the Aston Villa match when we arrived. I asked the manager if he wouldn't mind just changing one of them to the Bolton match - he very grudgingly agreed, and asked who I was supporting. When I told him he grunted again and said "I think you are the only one in Kenya", which is probably true.