
November 10 was a big day for fantasy writer Neil Gaiman. It was his birthday, for one thing (Happy birthday, Neil! I love Neverwhere all to pieces and back again!). For another, his longtime lady love Amanda Palmer gave him a very unusual gift.
You see, once upon a time, long before the two met, Amanda made her living as a street performer. Her gig was being a live statue of a bride. Not that she thought getting married was such a good idea:
i always said i wouldn’t get married.
why not just live with someone for christ’s sake?
plus, everybody in my family was divorced and just kept getting more and more divorced.
it just seemed stupid.
And yet, for Neil’s birthday, she decided to surprise him with a ‘wedding’ and get herself up in her bridal statue finery one more time.
First, she bought him a top hat. Then she took off, bribing him to meet her later with the promise of a cup of tea (and don’t even try to tell me that isn’t dirty pool when your guy is English!).
Amanda got into her costume and makeup and gathered her ‘wedding party’ on the courthouse steps. Alas! more people came than were originally expected as word of the impending event spread. The group had no permit, so they were asked to move on. They did. They gathered again in Jackson Square.
Again, they were informed they would need to move on by the authorities. Amanda texted Neil to meet her at the steps of a church just outside the park. He got there moments later, in top hat, tee shirt and jacket. Seeing Amanda in her statue finery, he placed $5.00 in her basket. Amanda then ‘came to life’ and handed him a rose. At this juncture, the witnesses came out from their hiding places along with Jason Webley who had introduced the happy couple in the first place. Jason performed the ceremony with great enthusiasm.
Best of all? Neil got his cup of tea, even if he did have to drink it through the clown white Amanda left on him with the kiss.
Okay, so it’s not legal, but Neil and Amanda are actually engaged. In the meantime, here’s what Neil has to say about this practice run:
Next time we get married, I’ll marry the lady, not the statue, and there will be invited people and not a flash mob, and I’ll know it’s happening in advance, and there will be a paper and it will be legally recognised, but I cannot imagine it will be any more joyous than this was. And truthfully, after that morning’s magical wedding, I don’t think I could ever feel more married.
And truly, I doubt there could be a wedding more appropriate for the man who created London Below.
Check out their wedding album here. Thanks to Just call me Sugah for the tip off!