As today is our 29th wedding anniversary, I have just realised that we share the date with George Clooney and Amal Alamuddin. Not that there is any other similarity beyond the 27 September date.
Ours took place in the Cambridge Register Office, Shire Hall (it was before the days that you could use other locations). It was, I recall, all rather agreeably scruffy. And during the ceremony itself, a notice was hung on the door saying "Quiet Please, Marriage in Progress" (which I had rather wanted to pinch, but didn't quite get the opportunity). I was not anyway my nimblest being eight months pregnant and pretty vast.
It also had more than a tinge of the "municipal" about it. In the run up to the occasion -- I think when we went to pay the cash -- we had had some debate with a sightly ponderous bureaucrat about the ceremony itself. We had (not unreasonably you would have thought) asked to see a text of the exact words to be used. This proved difficult to start with, but eventually out of the man's bottom drawer came a laminated card marked "For the Deaf".
Having a quick read, we asked if he might please take the "Till Death Us Do Part" clause out.