The bride in the black dress? How 80s. A graphic demonstration of why I never wear sleeveless shirts in public. But not interesting.
Ah, here we go:
walking down the aisle with his bride Robyn, who he met in the ladies toilet of a nightclub.
Interesting, in a repulsive sort of way. If I am ever so desperate for male attention/affection that I start dating a man I meet using the women's room (exemptions granted for EMTs responding to a call or law enforcement working a case, 'cause they're not using the women's room they're working in), please shoot me.
The bride being an ex-pat from Chicago is interesting, too. Why would anyone voluntarily submit to the UK's worthless National Health and creeping Sharia? The first will give you free gender re-assignment surgery at the expense of cancer patients and expectant mothers, but the latter doesn't bode well for the wives of transvestites. Even burqa-wearing transvestites.
I'm going to start a category called "I don't understand the 21st century."