We can all imagine the bride’s excited anticipation: Gemma Monk had waited almost 20 years to marry her childhood sweetheart Ken.
She stood in her bridal gown in the late spring sunshine, savouring that tense moment of expectancy before she walked down the aisle, when out of the blue, ‘it’ happened. ‘It’ being the sort of incident worthy of any soap opera storyline. And with plot lines just as convoluted.
No, nobody piped up from the back with a dramatic ‘just cause or impediment’.
In Gemma’s wedding, ‘it’ came in the form of a pot-full of black paint, thrown at close range by
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