Behold: the holy beer. It takes years and years of meditation in a calm tranquil glade (or a nice local pub) before the beer devotee can reach a state of joy, beauty and enlightenment. And lager disciple Tony, caught here on his wedding night, has certainly put in the hours. There's not been a lunchtime wasted, an evening squandered and now he has been rewarded with the ultimate prize - before him, shimmering like the Holy Grail (or should that be the Holy Ale?), is the wonderous
six foot floating beer of the gods. Look at the awe on Tony's face as he reaches out for the ultimate prize. Here is a man who has finally found the truth, finally made contact with heaven. We salute you Tony and all who follow in your footsteps.
Click here for some slightly less divine pics of Tony's wedding