tradition...

[doyle]

There's a hideous noise outside. One of the girls in the village must be getting married; she and the groom-to-be are being dragged around in an open trailer followed by a stream of cars, all blasting their horns. The couple are covered in ketchup and shaving foam and other nasty stuff.

My parents are out in the street watching with everybody else. They firmly approve of this great Irish tradition. I think I just worked out why my brother and his fiancee don't want to get married here...