Wedding bus gig has Vinny catching falling stars
Job was a long, lonely, slog and Vinny disliked it, not just because there was the risk of folk getting rowdy, randy and retching, but because the day dragged its wheels
Outside the bus, Vinny looked about him. Across the road, he recognised Baldongan Castle, the last resting place of the late, and much-missed, Shanghai Jimmy. “I know where we are. C’mon follow me,” he said, steering Alex through the tiny graveyard.
At the rear of the old fort, they sat on a grassy knoll, overlooking Fingal. As the light of Dublin twinkled in the distance, Vinny turned to the reluctant fugitive. “Right Alex, spill it out,” he said.
After a bit, Alex stopped sniffling. She poked her blonde head out from Vinny’s oxter and looked up. “Oh my God, what have I done?” she said softly.
Bit by bit, Alex explained how she’d quarrelled with her husband, Sam. It followed from his choice of music for the opening dance of the night, an old Andy Williams number, where Alex had preferred The Carpenters.
Half-way through Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, Alex and Sam had changed partners, she to be with her proud-as-punch father, while Sam hooked with one of the bridesmaids, Jemima, who happened to be an ex-girlfriend.
Their cavorting had been far too informal for Alex’s comfort and she told Vinny she “completely lost it” with her husband when they went upstairs to change.
“We’d both had a fair few glasses of champagne, probably too much to be honest. It was an awful row and I said some horrible things. What am I to do? I’ve ruined everything,” she said tearfully.
Vinny took her hand. “See that, love,” he said, touching the wedding ring. “That’s a symbol of undying love and allegiance. You’ve just put it on and you’re not about to take it off, not now, not ever.”
With that, the sky suddenly lit up a burst of light as a star shot across the horizon and disappeared over Portrane.
Then, there was another flash, and another, and another. For several minutes the skies over Fingal were illuminated by a most brilliant heavenly spectacle and Vinny and the runaway bride had the best seats in the house.
“You know your wedding song,” Vinny piped up after a bit. “I’d have gone for a bit of Perry Como myself.”
With that, he cleared his throat and crooned: “Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, Never let it fade away, Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, Save it for a rainy day.
“For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night, Just in case you feel you want to hold her, You’ll have a pocketful of starlight. Catch a falling star . . .”
Alex stared at her portly 55-year-old companion in his Dublin Bus uniform and a smile replaced the frown on her pretty face. “Thank you so much, Mr Driver, for showing me the light. I’m ready to go back now. We can’t keep our guests, or my husband waiting, can we?”