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.The important thing is that Ant had a good time on both stag dos, and he survived the whole thing.Plus, if we ever fall out, I can always blackmail him with pictures of him dressed in that French maid’s outfit.I got married on the 22 July 2006 at St Nicholas Church in the beautiful Berkshire village of Taplow.Me and Lisa were offered lots of money to sell our wedding to various magazines.You can probably guess which ones but, just in case, I’ll give you a clue – it wasn’t Auto Trader.It was never about money to us, though, this was a personal day to share with our friends and families and not something we wanted to see on the shelves of W.H.Smith.We looked at quite a few venues, and settled for Cliveden House in Berkshire.Cliveden is set in 376 acres of National Trust parkland and overlooks the River Thames and was built in 1666 as a hunting lodge for the second duke of Buckingham.In later years, it was regularly visited by Queen Victoria and, now, me, a lad from Fenham, was getting married there.I asked my old mates Boppa, Athey and Goody, plus Lisa’s brother, Stephen, my step-brother Robbie and my brother-in-law, John, to be ushers, and kitted them out with tailor-made suits from Tom Baker, the master tailor who makes most of our suits for our TV shows.And, of course, as best man, Dec got a suit too.Took you long enough to book me as best man though, didn’t it? The only reason you actually asked me was because Lisa made you.That’s not strictly true.It strictly is true.Let me fill you in, readers.When Ant and Lisa came back from Dubai, we held a little engagement drinks party for them, and then they got on with organizing their wedding.To be fair, I did assume I would get the best-man gig, but he’d never actually asked me outright.A month or two after the engagement, I was round at his one day, and he made a joke about something to do with the wedding, then he said, ‘Well, you’d better know that you’re my best man.’ ‘Am I?’ I replied, then Lisa pitched in with, ‘Well, have you actually asked him?’, to which Ant said, ‘No, I just assumed… so, will you… be my best man?’, and of course I said yes – it was never one of those dramatic, blood-brothers moments, although we did go round the corner for a pint to celebrate.22 July was an incredibly hot day, and getting hitched went off without any hitches.Dec didn’t even forget the rings – in fact, he didn’t even pretend to forget the rings.It was amazing.Lisa looked beautiful.She was wearing an incredible ivory satin dress with a lace bolero jacket and a tiara.She looked absolutely stunning as she walked down the aisle.As well as being the happiest day of my life, it was also the hottest day of my life.Everyone in the church was fanning themselves with their order-of-service sheets; it was like getting married in Louisiana.As Lisa approached, I realized I was pouring with sweat: it was literally running down my face.Fortunately, she grabbed a hanky from her dad, who was walking her up the aisle, and when she arrived at the altar, passed it to me.I can still see that hanky now: it was embroidered with a picture of one of my favourite men in the world, someone who’s been an inspiration to me for years – Homer Simpson.I gratefully mopped my brow but didn’t notice that the embroidery on the hanky had left scratches all over my face.I looked like I’d been dragged through a bramble bush.Luckily, the scratch marks had disappeared by the time we got our photos taken.After the ceremony, we made our way back to Cliveden for the champagne reception and wedding breakfast.As part of the day, we’d booked a magician, who was going to work the tables doing close-up, sleight-of-hand magic, although he almost didn’t make it into the venue.When Lisa and me first arrived, we were waiting outside, ready to be called in for that bit where the bride and groom arrive and everyone claps.I looked over and there was this guy sitting there in a black suit hanging around, and neither me nor Lisa recognized him, I thought he was a photographer or a journalist, and we were about to have him thrown out.One of the security guys went up and asked who he was, and he told us he was the magician and he was waiting for everyone to arrive before he came in – he’d nearly managed to make himself disappear before he’d even started work.We had two rooms for the meal – there were so many people there that we couldn’t fit them all into one.Before the food arrived, I quickly went round all the tables to thank everyone for coming.One of the last tables I spoke to had Ed, who executive produces Takeaway, and Andy, our scriptwriter, on it, and I chatted away for a couple of minutes and then ended by saying something funny.The whole table laughed, and I walked off at the perfect moment, slick as you like, and opened the door that would take me back to the next room.There was only one problem – it wasn’t the door to the next room, it was the door to the cleaning cupboard.I’d had a tableful of people in stitches, and opened a door that revealed an ironing board and a couple of bottles of bleach.It got a bigger laugh than anything I said at the ceremony.Before the wedding, we were both given one piece of advice: make sure you spend some time together on the day; everyone will be wanting a word with you both, but make sure you spend time together, which we did.After an incredible afternoon at Cliveden House, it was speeches time.We headed to the grand staircase, Lisa took her seat on a throne that looked like it might actually have been used by Queen Victoria and was flanked by me and Dec.Ant had told me he was just going to do a really quick speech and that would be it – he said he wasn’t going to do loads of gags, he’d keep it simple and say his thank-yous.The liar.He did a brilliant speech that went down an absolute storm.It was almost as if he’d spent half his life performing to big groups of people.Lisa’s dad went next and did the same – everyone loved it.By the time it got to me, I was in a right panic.I might be a natural show-off, but being your best mate’s best man is a different kettle of fish.I’ve never been so nervous – my mouth was too dry to even swallow the glass of wine in front of me, and the paper was shaking in my hand.Forget drinking tea in front of Prince Charles, making a film, hosting TV shows or performing at Truck Fest, this was the toughest gig of my life.I’d put off writing my speech until a week before and, even then, I didn’t know where to start.In the end, I decided to start at the beginning – I’m clever like that.I sat down in front of my laptop with a blank page looking back at me and just started to write.Ant was born two months premature, so I started there and pretty much cracked jokes at his expense from that point on.I finished it in an afternoon, printed it off and just hoped it was good.The night before the wedding, I got the opportunity to have a practice run.All the lads got together for dinner after a day’s golf, including Jonny Wilkes, who unfortunately wouldn’t be staying for the wedding, as he had a prior engagement that he reckoned he couldn’t wriggle out of – it was performing to 80,000 people at the San Siro stadium in Milan with Robbie which, when you think about it, is a pretty decent excuse.Jonny really wanted to hear my speech, and I realized I’d only ever practised it out loud to myself on the sofa, so this would give me an audience – and a welcome rehearsal.I read it from start to finish, putting in all the pauses, hitting the punchlines bang on, and finished the whole thing by telling Ant and Lisa how proud and happy I was to be part of their big day [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]