A working class couple, Steven Dickinson and Barbara Stevenson, who don’t own a string of polo ponies, are due to get married at a registry office in Rochdale, like normal plebs.

Dickinson, 42 and a bit, said: “We’re very excited about getting married and are particularly looking forward to going to the pub afterwards. I hope everybody gets proper smashed.”

 “We have a wedding gift list at Argos, I hope we get a new toaster, ours is a bit knackered.”

“Our wedding is going to be just like that Royal one in Windsor, we don’t have a free bar either and are probably going to ask people to pay for their own sandwiches. They’ve inspired us.”

The Dickinson family can trace its roots all the way back to Steve’s dad, who was a plumber, a bit like Steve who is an electrician.

Barbara’s parents met in a taxi rank in Middleton in the late 1970’s, she doesn’t know her Dad’s name and neither does her Mum.

“Mum reckons he must have been quite posh because he had a Lacoste top on, Steve is going to wear one on our big day.”

Fan of working class people and local weirdo Bill Board said: “I can’t wait for the big day, I’m really looking forward to travelling the 260 miles to their wedding at my own expense so that I can watch them drive past on the bus on the way to and from the registry office.”

“It’s going to be a real occasion.”

Quentin D Fortesqueue
Quentin D Fortesqueue is a founding editor of The Rochdale Herald. Part time amateur narcissist and full time satirist Quentin is never happier than when playing his lute and drinking a full bodied Bordeaux. He rarely plays the lute and never gets to drink Bordeaux.