I’ve photographed all sorts of weddings – in barns, in forests, in Victorian town halls. But one venue still lives rent-free in my imagination:
Fawlty Towers.
Yes, I know. It never really existed. It was based on the Gleneagles Hotel in Torquay, and that closed years ago – officially due to rising maintenance costs and changing ownership. Unofficially? I still say it was the pressure of brides demanding service from someone named Manuel.
But if it hadn’t closed – if Basil, Sybil and Manuel were still around, running the most dysfunctional wedding venue in Britain – I’d be the first to show up. With cameras. And possibly a helmet.
Imagine the ceremony:
– Basil arguing with guests about tie etiquette.
– Sybil yelling across the courtyard for someone to locate the missing groom.
– Manuel handing out confetti that turns out to be powdered sugar.
– The best man mistaking the Major for the DJ.
Honestly, it would be wedding photographer heaven.
I love capturing chaos. Not just any chaos – British chaos. The kind where things go spectacularly wrong, but everyone’s still smiling and someone’s nan ends up dancing with a waiter named after a moose.
Some couples dream of castles. Others want vineyards. Me? I’m just waiting for someone to say, “We’re doing Fawlty Towers style. Can you handle it?”
Yes. Yes, I can. I’ve already packed a backup tie, a bouquet of plastic flowers and a moose plushie for luck.
And no, I’m not joking. Probably.
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