Years after Nick and I were flatmates at that quirky art school in the south of England, I attend his wedding. Nick and Karen met in Boston, and although they’ve since moved to California, they returned to their home city for the nuptial ceremonials.
For the second night in a row, Boston is blanketed in snow. We brave the ice and snow, to find ourselves at the lusty Omni Parker House, where we are subsequently stuffed with food and treated to a predictable playlist that still has an undeniable power to motivate us to butt-shaking.
All in all, a lovely time.
And for no reason, here’s a photo of me, Nick, and Hugh in London on our final night together in London.