Erin McNaught, she of partially severed finger, wed partner of eighteen new moons Elliot ‘Example’ Gleave, he who is not Calvin Harris, sorry, at an intimate ceremony of sixty-six this past Saturday at 2pm at Deux Belettes guesthouse near Ballina (thus the Big Prawn visual gag) on the NSW North Coast.
This kind of detail, akin to the intricate beading on her couture bustier [very intricate], comes courtesy of The Daily Telegraph, to whom McNaught also affirmed her vows; probably while staring at her reflection in a mirror, gulp, just like the movies:
“‘I am now Erin Gleave,’ she told Sydney Confidential shortly after the ceremony.”
How soon after? Time enough for the ink to dry on the marriage license? Time enough for a bridal waltz to ‘Crazy in Love’, a song whose 10th birthday it was on the weekend [Happy Birthday!]?
Time enough for the realisation that now her name rhymes with ‘Hairy Weave’ to sink in? This kind of detail is sadly omitted.
The Bride wore a custom Steven Khalil gown; the O.Gleave wore a Richard James suit. Gleave proposed to the newly be-Gleaved on the balcony the couple share in their London apartment. Shakespeare couldn’t write this shit.
[Eri]née McNaught joined her betrothed on the Groovin the Moo tour earlier this month; the couple met at Field Day in Sydney during January of last year.
Both, it would seem, offer conclusive proof that one can in fact find love in a relatively hopeless place [a festival].
Even if you do find it necessary to remind people in your Twitter bio that you are not Calvin Harris, sorry.
Congratulations! <3
Photo: Ryder Evans Photography via Twitter
