A memorable trip to Rome brought much of the Tonsley loyalty together to witness Woolfy and Henri wed. Shouts go out to the Staff’s crew, the Tonsley locals, Time Teamers and Totty representatives who all showed up and provided much entertainment.
Lasting memories, seen from this angle, will include a chaotic night in an outstanding back street Pizzeria. A booking for 30 diners with 70 actually turning up! Two speeches from Anton and Joe somehow managed to place Woolfy on a pedestal a rank above James Bond.
The night pushed on in Campo di Fiori where Taily met the love of his life (see photographic evidence below), Giles demonstrated his fluency in Gibberish to rid the crew of in-your-face rose-sellers, Johnny Southall brought them all back again by actually buying a bunch from one such seller and Anton saw the sun come up before finding his hotel room.
A moment of genius saw Pedro sitting cross-legged on a traffic cop’s platform in the middle of Rome’s busiest traffic intersection, much to the amusement of the hundreds passing by but less so to the traffic cop on the pavement who went straight for his whistle! The photo joins the hall of fame in Peter’s Friends.
Many will remember the morning with Taily Tours, perhaps not for historic interest or even the considerably extended route to lunch but probably the new pins on the Tonsley Totty map that Rome’s stunning monuments provided sending the TT army ever closer to a three figure population! If you haven’t visited for a while, you’ll find at least 20 new troopers here!
The wedding itself was a beautiful, simple service in a church dating back to 400AD (just 6 and a half years after Woolfy was born). Mark reportedly took Woolfy’s heart rate a couple of minutes before the bride entered the church… a staggering 326 – well done that man! The Robertis went on to provide a palatial celebration for 180 guests. A quiet nod to the Woolfman for arranging that the three dining rooms be painted in the three Tonsley colours.
The night rolled on into Campo di Fiori once more. The swarm of rose-sellers descended once again and Giles adopted a new tact in leading one in false promise on a 10 minute walk to the cashpoint, only to pocket the cash, turn round and thank him for his company before finally seeing him off with another tirade of Gibberish (and purchasing an hour later from one of his colleagues)! Such appalling behaviour was to continue when he joined Floody for a bath in the middle of the square (see photo below).
Another late one for everyone as the clock struck 3 and the assembled party in mourning suits were the last crowd partying in Rome’s busiest square as the market stalls were setting up for the morning…
We retired with a pint of water, two nurofen, and happy memories. To the new Mr & Mrs Woolf, thank you!
AF
And just in from Camillo:
An e-mail from the new Mrs Woolf´s brother!
Dear Tonsley Events, thank you for illuminating me. I entered your colourful website expecting to see a few photos of the smiling bride and, lo and behold, I discover the full range of my new brother-in-law´s pasttimes, including dressing up as Father Christmas in April.
No matter, the vows have been sworn, he seems a nice chap and his friends are a lot of fun (loved the photo of Peter sitting in the middle of Piazza Venezia). The on-duty policeman must have lost his Christmans bonus for letting an Englishman lower the tone of the square quite so enthusiastically.
Mr and Mrs Woolf know where to find me next time a Tonsley member is visiting Mexico! Please do get in touch.
Camillo Roberti
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