This needs elaborating upon!
Just like the trailer for a rubbish movie, you’ve had the only good bit.
Basically, whilst my wife (woo!) and I were being gormlessly shepherded into some vintage deathtrap (well, that’s half right – whilst capturing me in full gorm, the photos all make my wife look unreasonably elegant), our guests were climbing aboard the double decker (I know, but my wife insisted) reception bus whilst trying not to laugh at (and thereby further incense) the furious woman outside whose home the bus had chosen to park for the duration of the service.
The bus was legally parked, the road still allowed for two lanes of moving traffic and the woman was by all accounts psychotic. She began painting the road a good 30 metres from the bus and her first line finished a further ten metres past it – she then had to go back and start again because she’d only painted a single line on the first pass. She’d completed about half of the length of the bus with her second line when the conductor asked her to please move away from the edge of the bus as they were ready to depart. They pulled away not to the sound of bells, but rather to West London fishwifery. Ace.