When we sat down and thought about what we wanted for our wedding, coming right after us both looking well fly, was that we wanted it to be like a normal wedding (Vegas or a ceremony on the slopes of Helvellyn just isn't our style) but with small changes to the usual to make it a bit more LockLund.

One of the things that isn't really us is a wedding list. I mean, John Lewis is alright, but we already have a toaster. (We don't actually, not since a mouse moved into Smalls' last toaster and died and stank the place out.)

Some people ask for contributions to their honeymoon, but that's not us either.

So what's important to us?  Well, our little baby girl is numero uno. And she's beautiful, blonde, and bright as a button. That's brilliant, and we're very lucky. And so it came to us: not everyone is as lucky as us, and with all the spunking of cash on a massive self-centred celebration, there should be space to do something for those less fortunate than us. So we chose to use our celebration as an excuse to help those who aren't as fortunate: those little boys and girls who have the misfortune of needing the superb but expensive medical help that Great Ormond Street Hospital provide.

So all we ask is that rather than buy us a toaster, chuck some cash at Great Ormond Street. If you can spare the price of a beer or few, have a night off the sauce and hit the buttons above. It's much appreciated.

Chris + Smalls.