In September 2003 two beautiful friends (inside and out) got married. I was quite possibly the worst best man ever, but I will forever remember the lovely wedding service on the stunning Dingle peninsula with mount Brandon and Atlantic beaches looking majestic all around us. NB I was suitably attired on the day, but this one of me is taken on a lovely Sunday morning when I could relax in the knowledge that I could not mess anything else mup! But seriously, I will forever count it the honour of my life that Lindsay asked me to be his best man. He has always been someone I have been in awe of (his character, superman fitness, and devotion to friendship, to name just three reasons among countless), so it blew me away that he would even consider me.