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ure, it was your soaraway Guide that broke the big news back on April 3rd…
Greystones’ most connected son, young Simon Harris, had set the date with his beloved, Caoimhe Wade, after having proposed to his long-term squeeze in July of last year.
And now that date has been revealed! Mainly because, well, the wedding happened today. Over at Kilquade Church. With the afters kicking off in Delgany Golf Club.
We here at GG HQ had little doubt that the town’s most important news source, and friend to the stars, would be invited along. The only question in our minds was, would we be at the head table, or a more important one, perhaps, set nearer the free bar…?
Or would we have to sit at the slow table, down by the toilets, with Enda, Paschal, Frances and the rest of the FG gang?
In the end, invitation came there none.Â
But, hey, we decided to be good sports about it, and, once the sobbing subsided, just take some shots of those wedding bells chiming and those lovebirds a-kissin’.
On the day, objections came there plenty.
Given that young Simon is currently the Minister For Trying To Make Ireland’s Knackered National Health Service Appear Alive & Kicking, there was, of course, stringent privacy restrictions in place for the big day, with the Collins Photo Agency getting the exclusive rights to photographing the happy couple for the national media.
But, hey, we have connections. We know Simon’s brother, Adam. And we said hello to their mum, Mary, once, at The Autism Experience thingy. So, all it took was a quick phone call, and – boom! – the Greystones Guide was given a list of photo ops that were specially chosen by both Simon and Caoimhe.
None at the reception, understandably, given the Eyes Wide Shut debauchery that will no doubt be taking place up in Delgany, but, we were given a list of locations at Kilquade Church that we were allowed to photograph exclusively for the Guide on the big day.
And, given the special Greystones connection between the Guide and the Harris clan, we were told by this loving couple that we could take as many shots as we liked at the church. Once we stuck to the list. And once everyone had been gone at least an hour…
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