They had dinner on picnic blankets out on the grass, the sun beating down and various fusty old relatives disgruntled at getting grass stains on their clothes. Vikki and Suze’s collection of the entire gay scene of Sheffield, on the other hand, revelled in returning to their glasses-in-the-grass pride summers, and dragged the blankets close around the newlyweds to celebrate in a close, intimate style that Mike found himself liking far more than the high table seating arrangement snoozefests of other weddings.
Food was also insisted upon before the speeches, just like at his mam’s wedding, and so Mike got to cosy up to Stephen in peace, exchanging scathing observations about the cheese platter dessert, and teaching Leonard the difference between transvestite, transsexual, and transgender.
