A very British Royal Wedding... and the bride wore a burka!/November 19th 2010.

Richie - This week rekindled memories of Chaz n Di's big day in 1981. Young Wob Boberts, along with the girl who would eventually become Mrs Bob No 1, cut dashing New Romantic figures then, with bouncy quiffs and spangly buccaneer trousers and walkmans that constantly played Spandau Ballet and ABC. In those days I drove a souped-up Ford Escort (complete with fluffy dice and halogen spots) and like many patriotic young couples on July 29th we headed off along the M40 to experience the great event first hand. Disaster struck, though, at Banbury when the escort blew a gasket! Left high and dry a Cornish pig farmer offered passage in the back of his truck to Swindon bus station. But the heat of the journey lulled us into slumber next to the porkers and we woke up in Newquay, clothes smeared in dung and quiffs askew! The rest of the day was spent near-starkers on an idyllic beach which, thanks to the royal nupitals, remained pleasantly deserted! All in all, a right royal day out, I say!