The Wedding Video

Buy camera,

press button, shoot wedding.

You know, it all sounded

so bloody simple.

Right, so here I am record...

No, that's not it.

- Do you need a bit of help, mate?

- Eh?

First of all, look, you've got it all

on manual settings.

You're zoomed right in.

You need to come out. There.

- There's you.

- Full picture. Here's me.

Cheers for that.

So, Raif Moyle here

somewhere over the North Sea.

Making the symbolic journey home

to see my brother to be his best man.

- This is Chris,

- Hello.

Who showed me how to use

the camera. That's nice.

This is 'Kyla' who,

for a free can of Heineken

is about to get a starring role

in my picture.

It's 3 euro's.

So, this was it. 10:15, May the 3rd,

arriving home to be

my brother's best man.

I've just bought a camera and decided

to film the build-up to his wedding.

At this point I'm exactly 6 weeks

and 3 days away

from totally destroying their marriage.

Didn't know it then, of course.

Cheers, mate.

All I knew was I was coming home to see

my brother for the first time in 3 years.

A really magical thing to get on film.

One of those things you can't repeat.

Bro!

Oh, bollocks. We're gonna

have to do this again, sorry.

- Sit.

- What are we doing?

- I just wanna get your reaction on camera.

- I'm trying to get dressed for a party.

This will take less than a minute.

It's important.

- Right.

- Right? Ready?

- Yes.

- Action.

- Tim, my brother. How lovely to see you.

- Is that it?

- I'm leaving a little gap for you.

- It's lovely to see you, too.

Thank you. And as such, I've got you

the most incredible wedding present.

- A toaster?

- No.

- An erotic fertility symbol?

- Better.

An erotic fertility symbol

that also toasts?

Ta-da!

- A camera?

- No, a film of your wedding.

- No, you're not.

- The highs, the lows, the little--

Listen.

I'm gonna make this your wedding,

your film, made with love by me.

- So that one day you and...

- Saskia.

Saskia, thank you, can look back

at this, show it to your grandchildren.

- All right, well, yes, thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

- But no swearing and no nudity.

- Scout's honour.

- Hi, sexy.

- Bloody hell. Do you mind?

I'm telling you, this is gonna be

a 'warts and all' wedding video.

And there, ladies, is the wart.

This is what people wanna see.

That's the money shot right there.

The looks and the brains.

Hey, how's it going?

- You're the brains.

- Yeah'?

Yeah.

- Look at that. Look at that bum.

- Yeah, all right.

That's why she's marrying you.

She says she knows you, by the way.

Saskia. I think she went to your school.

- Saskia Critchley? Doesn't ring any bells.

- Well, no.

Because her mum remarried. At

school she'd have been Saskia Dutton.

- F*** off.

- What?

You're marrying Saskia Dutton?

THE Saskia Dutton?

Highest non-attendance record

in school history.

Suspended on an almost fortnightly

basis. Saskia Dutton was a legend.

- That is brilliant.

- Okay, can you stop this?

It's amazing, though. Like, you!

- Why not me?

- Because you're you!

- That's ridiculous.

- It's not ridiculous.

- Tim!

- Can you stop this.

Hang on, the Duttons were permanently

skint. They can't live round here.

Yeah.

- I don't believe that.

- Well, I guess things have changed a bit.

Holy sh*t!

This was it.

The exact moment I entered a part of

Cheshire I'd only heard tell of as a kid.

The part they called the Beverly Hills

of the UK.

Hi.

- Tim. There he is.

- Hi.

There he is, my superstar.

Alex, this is Raif, my brother.

Raif, this is Alex, Saskia's mother.

- Hello, Raif.

- Hello.

- What's this?

- He's making a film.

- As a wedding present.

- Oh, you should have told me.

I'd have spent more time on my make-up.

Right.

Welcome, Raif.

Today there are still children

from low income backgrounds,

whose lives are destroyed

by the ravages of alcohol abuse.

You presence at this champagne tasting

means we can send some of them--

These are the 3 most important women

in Cheshire.

This is Kym Ling of Yang Ling restaurants.

Wilmslow, The Edge, everywhere.

- Only 8, darling.

- Only 8, she says.

- Tara Devlin of--Devlins.

- Voil.

And Jacqui Mintchell-Baines

of Mintchell-Baines Mercedes.

- Hello.

- Not to mention,

the bride-to-be.

Saskia! Saskia.

Come and meet... the best man.

- Saskia Dutton.

- Raif Moyle.

F*** me.

Okay, let me just explain

my reaction quickly.

This is how I remember Saskia Dutton.

The craziest girl at school,

when she bothered to turn up.

The son' of girl your mum

would warn you about.

She went to parties like this

and hung out with blokes like that.

But now...

So, how did the two of you meet?

We met at a Road Haulage Industry

gala night.

- Oooh. Sounds exciting.

- All right, steady.

Was that a benefit for all the cyclists

they'd mowed down that year?

It was a benefit for children, Raif.

Okay?

It's a Christmas party. My step-dad,

well his company Rigid Box--

All right. Why don't you go back

there where I can keep an eye on you.

A sheep smells nicer. Go on, go away.

So, Tim, how does a guy like you

propose to a girl like Saskia?

- Eh, we, it was in...

- It was in Chester.

Yeah. We came out of the restaurant,

I sat her down by the fountains

roundabout and popped the question.

And he timed the fountains

so they went off just as I gave my answer.

Which was a bit embarrassing

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