An Emergency Best Man

So apparently The Groom's best man isn't coming any more. There was some issues with passports or visas[1] and the like, but the details don't matter. Why this is making my blog is because it means that the job of the Best Man now falls to me.

Don't get me wrong. I accepted of course: that's what I'm here for. And I'm totally and utterly flattered at being asked, even if it was 'cos I was the only one around at the time (The Groom had actually been joking around about how I was third in line. Oh, how he had to eat those words). But I wasn't prepared for this; I prefer to help and give support invisibly. Not because of modesty reasons (hah) but more to avoid being responsible for the big things a Best Man needs to be responsible for.

I now have a couple of days to write a speech. Under the circumstances I'm not expecting that much out of myself, but I'll try to jot a few things down anyway. Cripes.

[1]That's right: Australia require visas from British citizens too. Not bad considering we still kinda own them. I really should complain to The Queen you know...