Caught in a trap and I can't back out 'cause I love you too much baby.

Toasting the bride.

More toasting of the bride.

The final, erm... montage, is about some laughable attempts to dance (mostly mine)

First dance... operator, number please, it's been so many years...

Dancing at the speed of light.

Arm in arm lip-biting.

Aibhín has just finished twisting my nipples. It hurt... even Gránne is squirming at the sight of it. No wait, that's her dancing.

This looks like my rendition of Suspicious Minds. I like the way my tie is swinging here... you should have seen my hips.

I... don't... know... what... I... was... doing... maybe I was toasting the bride?