Last Friday night was culture night in Belfast, as it was elsewhere in Ireland. I officiated at the marriage of two men on the front steps of the Merchant hotel before an audience – make that congregation – of several hundred people. (Several hundred times two, for we went through the ceremony twice, at 7.30pm and 9.30pm). The wedding had been organised by the Irish Congress of Trade Unions, the Rainbow Project, and Amnesty International, in order to highlight the fact that Northern Ireland is now the only place in the UK and Ireland where same-sex marriage is not performed or even recognised, putting us on the same footing as Niue, Tokelau and the Cook Islands, territories that have opted out of New Zealand’s legislation.
So you didn’t officiate at an official thingie, did you?
Entirely fair to argue that it should be possible to so officiate in NI, but not to claim, in the same paragraph, that you both did and were not allowed to.