We went to our first Chinese wedding. Chinese people are sooooooo busy (take that as disorganised) that their wedding day is broken up into 3 small days (and separated over months)

Day 1 get your wedding photos' taken - this involves the girl demanding the man make time and they go to a professional photographer where they try on dresses and have their photo's taken in the most unnatural of poses. The photo's are then digitally changed so their faces are so white you can't recognise them and they think they are lovely.

Day 2 (normally takes several to get organised) both man and wife have to ask their respective bosses if it's alright to get married, either can be knocked back on the grounds of Chinese bureaucracy.

Day 3 - the reception. Girl wears traditional red and yellow dress. Both lucky and emperor's colours. Man dresses in suit - doesn't have to be new or matching. They hold a big dinner at a restuarant and their guests get to take the rinse, they must play little games and do whatever their guests ask them to do.

So we only attended part 3 of the wedding, aka the reception. It was held at "Everyday Fish Restaurant" where we had a farewell dinner in Qingtian. There were probably about 100 people and basically Cherry and Phillip had to go around to every table and endure ridicule and general piss taking. Each table gave them a performance and then demanded they do something in return. At the end of both performances the table drinks to the new couple and the new couple drink from two very small port glasses tied together with red silk. I don't know why, but their glasses had a cherry tomato in each, it looked similiar to how we'd have a strawberry in our champagne except the tomato took up nearly the whole glass.

Our table decided Trev and I would do the performance, which basically involved two tipsy foreigners singing an English love song.

Trev might have taken it too far by kissing the groom not the bride.