In case anyone has forgotten in the last 10 minutes, Marion has a laptop. We're off on a budget wedding journey. A taxi to the registery office, where he mop kicks his way down the aisle, with the acoustic version of Higher Love, then on the bus to Castelvecchi for pizza crunch and pickles, then a bus home by 5pm, showered changed and his hoosecoat to eat a beige buffet, then a quick play with their pork purses in the bumming fort, then into the padded cell for a complete emptying of the bowels, all over the dusk bedding. So aye.