Croft Original – Kerry Katona’s Wedding
PICK the crabsticks from your teeth and crack open another bottle of Iceland’s premier champagne – Kerry Katona is married.
Kerry, who was once Kerry McPadding, is now Kerry Croft, wife to Mark Croft, cabbie, and all round man about Warrington.
Kerry has been married before and we understand her desire to do it different this time round. We’ve seen the usual OK! weddings with the meringue-like dresses, celebrity pals and more jugglers, firewalkers and French hens than we can remember. So Kerry broke the mould by tying the knot in a dour room on the Scottish borders.
OK! spots Kerry dressed in a pink maternity dress – she had not yet given birth to Heidi Elizabeth.
But the look of grounded calm belies an earlier panic. OK! writes that Kerry – “our bubbly lass” – fell victim to pre-wedding jitters. Where is her mum Sue? Where are her friends? Where are her children? At least OK! is there to see its star diarist pull though.
And after months of “feverish anticipation”, this is it. “This is it,” says Kerry. “I don’t know how I lived without Mark before. He does everything for me. We’ve not spent a single day apart. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.”
As ever in these post-Diana days, Mark becomes Kerry’s “rock”.
And at 8pm sharp on Valentine’s Day, The Mill Forge in Gretna Green, “on the edge of the Scottish border”, is bedecked in a “winter wonderland décor”.
“I’m not nervous, honestly!” says Mark. His hands are shaking. His eyes fixed on the clock. “He is nervous,” says Kerry, “you should’ve seen the champagne he was necking in the car on the way up here!”
Silence fills the room. “Right who’s going to give me away, then?” belts out Kerry. Can Kerry be given away? She can. And up steps Mark’s stepdad, Alan Walker, to do the job.
To “murmurs of approval” Kerry walks down the aisle. Mark is “grinning like a Cheshire Cat”. But he does not disappear. He stays. He promises to love and honour. Kerry does the same. “I do,” says Mark. “You’d better bleedin’ had do,” chirps Kerry.
Then it is off to the banqueting suite for Scottish haggis, wine and a three-foot white chocolate pyramid cake with a chocolate and butter cream centre.
And the maternity ward…
Posted: 21st, February 2007 | In: Reviews Comment (1) | TrackBack | Permalink
