I bought a wedding dress on a festival. All I needed was a bearded/mustached/music playing person to call the love of my life and marry. Easy! On my wedding list of places to get married in, Vegas and Australia are hitting the top 300. So when my friend Gemma turned up in shirt and tie in Brisvegas, I couldn't let the opportunity of a sunny garden wedding pass us by. We talked about it over Indian food and cheap wine and we decided to get married the next morning, before she had to go to uni. And I can tell you, I have the best wife in the galaxy. She even painted on facial hair and sang me a love song while I played banjo like a cat and floated around Brisbane in my white dress. Ahhh, l'amour!